Malfoy men are Alphas. They have always been such. This was a well known, and often yelled fact in the Malfoy Manor. It was a long and proud line of pureblood Alpha males, passing the name and titles on to the next generation.
Draco knew what was expected of him, not just as the only male Malfoy Heir, but as Lucius' son.
He would be Alpha, he would find a lovely, biddable pureblood Omega and he would make more Alpha Malfoy babies to carry on the lofty title of Lord Malfoy.
When Draco didn't present around 13, like most of his friends, he got a little worried. His mother was quick to assure both him and his father that the Blacks usually presented later – Sirius apparently didn't present as an Alpha until he was 17.
That bit of news irritated his father, but he accepted it, with his usual grace and charm, Draco thought with a shudder.
When he still hadn't presented at 15, Lucius started threatening to dose him with potions to trigger his second gender whether his body was ready or not. Only his mother viciously protecting him saved him from that. No one, not even an Alpha, got in between an Omega and her young.
Then everything with the Dark Lord really kicked off and Lucius was too concerned with staying alive to worry about his son's recalcitrant designation.
And then Saint Potter, with no designation in his scent, bested and beat the worst Dark Lord since Grindelwald and everyone, on both sides took a collective breath and came together to repair the damages to their world.
In a bid to help foster and reclaim a bit of normalcy, all seventh years were offered the chance to redo their last year as it had been nothing short of torture and no actual learning had occurred.
That Granger, reeking of confident and capable Beta, had led both the Weasel and the Boy-Who-Refused-to-Die into the Great Hall, determined to have one normal year at the school, wasn't a surprise. Though Weasel's rather subdued Beta scent was a rather tasty treat for the gossipmongers.
What Draco found intriguing, though, was that Potter had no scent to him, still. He didn't either for that matter, but he had assumed Potter would have popped by now.
The summer off seemed to have done wonders for the Boy Wonder. He was taller and had packed on a good bit of weight. He'd ditched his terrible glasses and his emerald eyes shined with an other-worldly power that made something inside of Draco clench anytime Potter turned to look his way.
There was something about him that made Draco at once long to be near him and as far away as he could get from him. He'd even asked his mother if he could take his make up year at Durmstrang – she'd said no and he'd pouted for a week.
Draco had been feeling off for several days, his stomach had been cramping painfully and he had a headache that no amount of headache potions could cure. Beyond his physical ailments he felt listless and restless, unable to concentrate on anything for more than a few minutes at a time.
He was sitting at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, absentmindedly tearing the crust off his toast, feeling famished and yet repulsed by the food at the table when a delectable scent hit his nostrils.
Hunger, hard and heavy cramped in his stomach making him gasp and lurch forward.
Pansy gasped and put her hands on his shoulder and back to steady him, but he recoiled from her touch – it felt wrong.
No one should touch him, not while that scent was in the air.
Confused, he offered an apologetic grimace to Pans and looked, blearily about the room.
No one else seemed to be scenting the air like he was, he noticed as he wiped the sweat off his brow.
Next to him Blaise sucked in a horrified breath and stared at Draco with wide, worried eyes.
"What?" he tried to demand, but the word croaked out of his dry throat with all the force of the autumn leaves dying on the ground outside.
"Draco. You need to get out of here. Now." his friend urged him to his feet and Draco nearly fell over as pain ripped through his guts, only just managing to stifle the scream by biting his hand and turning it into a muffled moan.
"What's wrong with him?" Pansy hissed, her scent full of concern and fear, making Draco feel even more nauseous.
"He's presenting. We've got to get him out of here before–"
Whatever Blaise had been about to warn them of, became immediately apparent as Xander Tolt's head snapped up, his nostrils flaring as his eyes flashed dangerously before narrowing onto Draco in between Blaise and Pansy.
"Well, well, well. The proud and noble Malfoy Heir finally presents. As an Omega." he purred evilly.
Standing, he made his way towards the trio, two Betas trying to protect their newly presented Omega friend, against an aggressive Alpha.
Draco moaned as more pain flooded his belly – that nice scent that had made him feel safe, relaxed, happy was fading, being replaced by something awful that made him instinctively shrink away.
It was overwhelming him and overpowering in its thickness – a pleading whimper fell from him before he could stop the desperate noise.
Xander laughed cruelly as he continued to advance, eager to put the Malfoy bitch in his place when a powerful stunner hit him so hard in the back he went flying into the wall, smashing through it and crashing into several desks in the nearest classroom.
"Stay the fuck away from my mate!" a loud voice roared through the Great Hall, bouncing off the still intact walls and reverberating throughout the castle, down into the forest.
Blaise and Pansy very nearly dropped Draco in an effort to appease the irate Alpha, only managing to cling to their friend through sheer force of will.
That lovely scent was back and suddenly much more potent smelling, like it was closer to Draco and his tongue flopped out of his mouth to better taste it's flavor.
Moaning in appreciation of the heady scent filling him up and cloudy his mind, he struggled against the hands restraining him, attempting to get closer to the good smell, the wonderful smell that was making his pain go away.
He wasn't aware of the pleading Omega noises he was making, but literally everyone else was, including the newly presented Alpha standing in front of him.
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When Harry had woken up that morning he felt like he'd been run over by the Night Bus. He'd groaned and rubbed his eyes, his head pounding like tiny gnomes had taken up residence and were hammering away at his brain with itty-bitty pick axes.
"Come on mate! We're gonna be late to breakfast." Ron's voice chided and Harry growled at him.
Suddenly all the noise of his dorm mates getting ready stopped, like they had all frozen completely.
Harry cracked his eyes open to glare at his friend, only to blink in surprise at the look of shock and trepidation on Ron's face.
"What?" was all Harry managed to croak out, his throat was dry and his tongue felt oddly swollen in his mouth.
Smacking it around he sat up and peered at his friends.
They all stared back at him, before hastily looking down, rather pointedly.
Harry scowled at that, beyond confused and too tired to understand their odd behavior.
"H-harry. You're an Alpha." Neville whispered, his Beta scent shifting from proud to concerned and back again very quickly.
"Huh." was Harry's intelligent response.
He looked over at Ron and offered his best friend a chagrined smile.
"Best not call me mate anymore, yeah?" he said and startled laughs out of all the Betas in the dorm.
"Sure thing Harry." Ron nodded, his shoulders relaxing as he looked his best friend over, cataloging all the minute differences.
"How do you feel?" Seamus asked, struggling to get his trousers on and nearly falling on his arse.
"Sore. Like I picked a fight with a giant." Harry replied, climbing out of his bed and stretching.
He groaned loudly as his back cracked and popped all the way up his spine and he grabbed on to one of the four posts on his bed frame so he wouldn't fall over as he was suddenly dizzy.
"Am I taller?" he asked, blinking confusedly at his new perspective of the room.
"I think so actually." Neville says, coming to stand near him.
Harry was now two inches taller than Neville.
His happy grin and pleased Alpha scent washed over everyone in the room.
"Wow." Dean said, feeling a little lightheaded.
"Yeah, that's strong. Maybe it's because he just presented?" Seamus suggested, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Hmm?" Harry asked, stepping into his trousers and wordlessly casting a lengthening charm on the hem.
He'd have to order more clothes, he thought with a sigh.
"Your scent is really strong." Ron said, eyeing him curiously.
"Oh?" Harry questioned, he'd thought that his Beta friends' scents had always been very soft and neutral because they were Betas, there weren't too many Alphas and even fewer Omegas in the school.
He remembered Hermione talking about how the numbers were higher for Omegas at Beauxbatons and Alphas at Durmstrang but hadn't given it much thought. He actually hadn't given much thought to his own designation ever since learning about it when coming to Hogwarts at 11. He'd often figured he'd be a Beta, but had other, much more life threatening things to think about than a secondary gender.
Grabbing the rest of his clothes, he headed into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, suddenly feeling very eager to get to the Great Hall.
He wasn't all that hungry, he just had this feeling that he needed to get down there, quickly.
Trusting his instincts, he dressed quickly and hurried down the stairs.
His new scent wafted out around him as he saw Hermione and Ginny chatting.
They stiffened and turned to look at him in shock.
"Harry!!" Hermione exclaimed and raced over to him excitedly.
Harry was pleased to note that her pleasantly soothing Beta scent was still comforting to him and he opened his arms to her eagerly.
She seemed to shake herself before stepping into his embrace and sighing softly as she relaxed against him.
He felt a twisting and pulling sensation in his gut at her actions – he loved her like a sister and he was delighted that he could calm her so easily, but there was a nagging sensation that this wasn't what he needed.
Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he chuffed at her lightly, drawing surprised gasps from the rest of the Betas in the common room.
He blushed at the attention and cleared his throat.
"Good morning 'Mione. Ginny." he offered his sisters in all but blood a warm smile and they returned it with beaming smiles of their own.
"Mum's gonna be tickled pink that you're an Alpha!" Ginny said, worming her way into Harry's arms, wanting to snag some Alpha comfort for herself.
Harry's masculine scent was deepening and becoming richer the longer they stood there, filling up the common room with a steady, confident reassurance that the Betas, and even the few Alphas, responded to emphatically.
"Come on – I'm hungry!" Ron whined and nudged Harry's shoulder.
"We'd better get going – Gin you'll need a sweater, it's cold out today. Hermione, can I look at your notes for Charms?" Harry began herding his Betas out of the common room, only realizing he'd been touching all of them once they were nearly to the Great Hall.
Harry had always been touch-starved, but hadn't been too comfortable with accepting touch from others until Hermione and the Weasley family had shown him physical touch shouldn't hurt.
He had an arm wrapped around Ginny's shoulders and had bumped Ron's shoulder with his own, before taking Hermione's hand and guiding her down the stairs before he'd even really noticed he'd done it.
The happy scents pouring off his Betas though made him relax in a way he never had before and he delighted in their happiness, letting it feed his own as they entered the Great Hall.
Several students took notice of Harry's new scent seemingly right away.
He quirked an eyebrow at that, wondering exactly how pungent he was if everyone knew he was an Alpha before he'd even stepped into the room, when a mouth watering smell hit his nose hard.
He froze mid step and his pack faltered, scenting his surprise and confusion and lust.
Backing away slowly, yet forming a circle around him to keep him safe while he gathered his wits, they scanned the room intently.
Harry tipped his head and inhaled deeply through his nose, wanting to stick his tongue out and greedily suck down the amazing scent until it fused with his own.
His eyes snapped open and his head swiveled towards the Slytherin table as a desperate whimper sounded frighteningly loudly in the suddenly still hall.
Harry saw Draco Malfoy being held up by Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson – both well known to be Betas – but more concerning was how aggressively Xander Tolt was stalking towards Draco.
Something about the known Alpha's posture and scent rippled unpleasantly through Harry and then Draco's scent shifted to one of fear and Harry literally saw red.
His instincts took over completely and he roared in warning before casting a wordless, wandless stunner at Tolt's back and charged forward in defense of his scared mate.
"Draco!" Harry growled out, taking the sickly-looking blond from his friends, his hands shook until they touched Draco, then suddenly steadied, like he'd been trying to walk on water his whole life and just this moment took a step onto dry, solid land.
Draco opened his eyes and stared up into Potter's perfect face and groaned weakly, shivers breaking out across his skin as he fainted.
Harry chuffed in concern and scooped Draco up into his arms without thinking about it, just knowing he needed to get his mate somewhere safe.
"P-Potter, he – he hasn't been eating." Pansy said, looking away quickly, when Harry's glowing eyes snapped to hers.
"He's been feeling sick for nearly a week. He's," Blaise leaned in closer and it was only due to the scent of Beta concern billowing off of him that Harry allowed him to get so close to his mate.
"the first Malfoy male to present as an Omega. This is very dangerous for him–" he ignored Harry's harsh growl of warning, but felt his spine prickle uneasily as he continued, studiously looking down at the ground. "you must keep him safe. Protect him with your life Potter." he urged the new Alpha, desperately worried for his friend.
Harry's response was little better than a snarl as he turned from the room.
"Mister Potter." Professor McGonagall stated briskly, very much accustomed to overzealous Alphas and swooning Omegas in her time at Hogwarts.
"If you please follow me, I have a space set up for you and your mate." She nodded and left the room, expecting Harry to follow her, which he did, his instincts were urging him to get his precious mate somewhere safe, away from all the prying eyes and the few, but still too many for Harry's peace of mind, Alphas that were lingering nearby.
He growled and bared his teeth at one foolish idiot, his magic crackling around him threateningly and the other Alpha, averted his gaze and bared his neck in submission, ceding to Harry instantly.
It mollified Harry a little, but he still wanted to rip the bastard's tongue out of his mouth.
Harry shook himself at his very violent thought and contented himself with fusing over the still unconscious Omega in his arms.
He'd always thought Draco was unfairly pretty for a boy, but this close, he marveled at how gorgeous Draco truly was.
His alabaster skin was smooth and perfect, his cheekbones angled sharply made him look like an elfin prince or an angel sent to earth, just for Harry. His lips, a little fuller than Harry had thought, had a slightly dusky blush to them, begging for Harry to press his own hungry lips against Draco's to see if they tasted like the strawberries and cream Harry's mind was imagining they would.
His lashes should have been light to match his white blond hair, but instead were improbably black and long, fanning out beautifully. Harry wished with all his might that Draco would open his eyes, so he could stare at them, see them darken with desire and sparkle with hope and love for him.
Harry almost stumbled thinking that – knowing it wasn't possible for his mate to love him – that was a dagger to his heart and he keened reflexively, realizing how hard this relationship would be.
Draco hated him!
Harry's chest was burning as ice closed like a vice around his heart. He wasn't aware he was struggling to breathe until McGonagall's worried face was right in front of his own.
"In here Harry, quickly, Draco needs you to be strong for him right now." she said, hating that she was having to use Harry's protective Alpha instincts against him, but deeply concerned for her favorite student.
The scent of despondent Alpha made its way through Draco's mental fatigue and he mewled in concern, his Omega instincts pumping out calming and placating pheromones to soothe the upset Alpha with the normally lovely scent.
He turned his head, to rub his face into the Alpha's warm chest, purring happily when his Alphas' scent shifted from upset back to happy. A wonderfully strong Alpha purr vibrated all around him and he felt peaceful and content to the very marrow of his bones.
"Well – I'll just leave you two to get sorted." Minerva gulped and hurried to get out of the mated pair's room.
"Your trunks will arrive shortly, if you need anything, the elves will be overjoyed to attend you. Congratulations Lord Potter-Black." Minerva dipped her head respectfully and all but bolted from the room as Potter's Alpha purr increased in potency.
Wiping the sweat from her brow she turned to find Harry and Draco's friends standing around the empty hall looking at each other wearily, the scent of Beta concern strong in the air.
"They'll be fine. They're both purring." she said, a soft smile tugging on the corners of her lips.
Hermione, Ginny and Pansy released sighs of relief at the news and offered each other tentative smiles.
"I hear you're good at chess. Fancy a match?" Ron asked Blaise who was unable to cover his surprise fast enough and stared at the red head in open mouth shock.
Pansy drifted closer to the two Gryffindor girls asking about Charms homework and where Ginny had gotten the cute skirt she'd worn to Hogsmeade last weekend.
"Of course Weasley, I'd be delighted." Blaise replied charmingly, shaking himself and nodded to Harry's Beta – the Alpha's scent clearly over all three, marking them as his pack.
The five Betas returned to the Great Hall, nabbing open seats at the end of the Slytherin table – loudly announcing to the entire school that they'd accepted the mating of their best friends.
Neville, Seamus and Dean quickly headed over to chat up their friends and show their support, knowing how much it would mean to Harry.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but did Potter present this morning?" Blaise asked Ron quietly, setting up the chess pieces as the red head munched on a pastry.
"Yeah, he did." Ron said with a nod, looking for a second pastry – they were really good.
Pansy pushed the dish closer to him as she reached out for the teapot to refill Hermione's cup.
"And he's already marked you as his pack?!" she said, with an uncharacteristically happy smile on her face, her scent highlighting her delight.
"What do you mean?" Ginny asked, confusion marring her brow as she frowned slightly.
"His scent is all over the three of you, it's very strong." Pansy stated, passing the eggs to Seamus with a smile.
"Oh! That must have happened when he hugged us this morning." Hermione said, mulling it over carefully.
"Ohhh. Is that why he was chuffing?" Ginny asked and Blaise had the good manners to turn his head away from Ron before spitting out his tea.
Pansy stared at Ginny, open mouthed and blinking like an owl for several moments before she shook herself and nodded jerkily.
"Probably." she murmured in a strangled tone.
"I think we should head to the library after we eat and read up more on Alpha behaviors, specifically pack bonding." Pansy suggested, looking a little flustered.
"Should we be concerned about anything?" Ron asked, leaning closer to her with a hard look.
"No!" she shook her head too quickly and he narrowed his eyes.
She sighed, heavily.
"It's just a little disconcerting that Potter – Harry,is embracing his Alpha nature so quickly and, honestly, it's for the best that we're prepared and better equipped to handle his instincts. As Betas we don't have the same drives as Alphas and Omegas. Circe's left tit! Poor Draco. Oh no, his parents! Blaise, we've got to warn Narcissa!!" Pansy summoned a sheet of parchment from her bag and Blaise called his owl, while she quickly wrote to let her know what had occurred before anyone else outed her best friend.
She signed the missive quickly and without her usual elegance, desperate to get the letter sent off as quickly as she could. Blaise's owl fluttered to the table and she handed it off.
"This is for Lady Malfoy's eyes only." she said in a steely voice.
The owl took the letter and flew out of the hall.
"What was that about?" Ron asked, unable to keep the suspicion from his tone.
"Draco's father is a right prat of an Alpha. He'll be livid to learn his son, the Malfoy heir, is an Omega. I have no doubt that Potter will be able to protect him, but … it's going to hurt Draco…Lucius will likely try to disinherit him." Pansy said morosely, hanging her head and feeling wretched for her friend.
"Hey, don't worry. Harry will take care or Mal– errrr Draco." Ron stuttered over the name.
He reached out and placed a comforting hand on Pansy's shoulder, giving her a gentle squeeze and a warm smile.
"Harry's been waiting since second year for a good excuse to knock Lucius down several pegs." he whispered conspiratorially and winked thinking how funny it'll be to watch his best friend handle the senior Malfoy.
Pansy felt herself flush at Weasley's – Ron'sattention. His large, warm hand felt so very niceon her shoulder and that he wanted to give her physical comfort and reassurance blew her mind.
These Gryffindors certainly were tactile creatures, she thought as she watched Ginny ruffle Neville's hair playfully and Seamus and Dean were clearly holding hands under the table.
"Why?" Pansy asked, unconsciously leaning closer to Ron.
Ron smiled and began telling them an insane story about a possessed diary and a fucking basilisk and ended it with Lucius Malfoy trying to cast the fucking killing curse at a 13 year old Harry Potter only to be stopped by an irate house elf.
"Merlin and Morgana be praised!" she exhaled harshly, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Yeah, but that's nothing." Ron insisted and then told them even more ludicrous stories of their madcap adventures together.
The rest of the Gryffindors simply nodded or winced or chuckled in agreement as the zany tales continued, making the listening Slytherin's mouths drop open in shock.
Eventually breakfast was over and those that had class took off for it, but Pansy, Hermione, Ron and Blaise had a free period so went to the library together to learn what they could to help their friends.
Hoping that they'd be able to discover something, anything that would make the pair's life easier. Clearly, they both deserved it.
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Harry was reluctant to set Draco down on the couch or the bed by himself, so he entered the bedroom and continued to hold Draco in his arms. Enjoying the comforting weight and scent of his mate.
He was still worried about how he was going to break the news to Draco – mostly for Draco's reaction.
His mind was replaying all of their interactions and altercations over the years and he flinched as each memory highlighted how antagonistic they'd been to one another.
He couldn't help the worried noises he was making, nor could Draco help that his instincts were pushing him to comfort the dejected Alpha – had he hurt his Alpha!?
His insides quivered with revulsion at the very thought of upsetting his wonderful Alpha.
He mewled pleadingly and shifted in the strong arms holding him so he could lay more fully on top of his perfect Alpha. He buried his face in his neck and licked at his Alpha's scent gland, purring and angling himself against the hard body under him, so that there were lovely points of contact all over his body.
He was slowly resurfacing and was very glad to notice that his stomach wasn't hurting him nearly as bad as it had been the past few days. His lips pressed sucking kisses to his Alpha's scent gland and he groaned as the scent deepened to pleased Alpha shot through with desire.
He purred louder and his hips rutted forward, bringing his attention to his hard and achy cock. A rumbling purr positively vibrated him and he fucking melted, relaxing even more into the Alpha under him.
"Fuck Draco–"
'Fantastic idea!' he thought with a smirk as the sexy Alpha groaned when he thrust his hips forward again.
"You smell so fucking good baby." his Alpha purred and he trembled in response, wanting to please his Alpha and make him feel good, knowing it would make him feel good.
Kissing all along his Alpha's neck, Draco slowly became aware of details.
His Alpha's voice was very familiar – as was his scent, there was something about it that tugged at his wooly brain, it was important?
His Alpha's hands shifted to his hips and moved him so that his legs fell to either side of his Alpha's hips, letting their erections press and rub against each other in the most delightful way.
Draco gasped at the sensations and began rutting faster, feeling suddenly desperate.
His Alpha – perfect and wonderful beyond reason – placed one arm behind his lower back and the other clutched at Draco's opposite shoulder as he thrust up with a harsh grunt.
Draco would normally be mortified by the undignified squeal that escaped him in that moment, but nearly out of his mind, horny-Draco didn't care, especially when his Alpha responded so emphatically.
He flipped them with a growl and Draco was suddenly pinned under the bigger Alpha, feeling a sense of rightness that had been missing from his very soul his entire life!
He wrapped his legs around his Alpha and made pleading whimpers to encourage his Alpha to hump him into oblivion.
Harry's head was swimming with lust – Draco's scent was literally melting his brain, he knew they needed to talk, but holy fuck!! All he wanted to do was get Draco naked and drive into his tight, wet heat and never fucking leave.
With that thought in mind, their clothes suddenly vanished and both men groaned at the feeling of skin on skin.
Harry dipped his head forward and began mouthing at Draco's neck, eager to suck bruises into his flesh while sucking those delightful noises out of his perfectly delicious mate.
Draco arched his neck more, baring it completely to his Alpha, wanting – no NEEDING his teeth marking him, biting into him and claiming him so everyone would know Draco Malfoy was taken and accepted and wanted.
That he wasn't unworthy of love.
That he was deserving of someone, a mate, a lover – a partner.
Someone that would care for him and about him. Would love him despite his obvious faults and failures.
The sob ripping from his throat surprised both men.
Draco felt mortified and whined high in his throat, wanting to burrow under the pillows and blankets and hide until his Alpha went away and found someone else, someone better – that thought had him gasping in pain as white, hot agony sliced into his chest.
"Draco, darling, please – baby, tell me what's wrong!?" Harry begged and Draco snapped his eyes open for the first time since feeling off in the Great Hall.
"Po-Potter??" Draco stuttered, sounding terrified.
"I'd prefer Harry, but whatever you're comfortable with is fine." Harry's compassionate smile as he tenderly brushed a strand of hair off of Draco's face made his heart clench and spasm as the day's events cycled into his slow mind.
"Wh-what happened?!" he demanded unsteadily, feeling so off-kilter.
"I presented as an Alpha this morning. When I entered the Great Hall I smelled something –" Harry dipped his head forward, inhaling deeply and groaning like he couldn't help himself. "amazing. It was you." he said with a soft smile and nudged Draco's nose.
He wanted to deny that that slight action had made miniature Hippogriffs take flight in his stomach, but the pleased scents coming off of both of them told him he wouldn't be able to hide his true feelings, at least not from his Alpha.
His eyes bugged a bit at that thought.
"Apparently you're an Omega. Some idiot threatened you–" Harry began to shake and something in the room exploded, shattering glass sounding around them.
Draco yelped and clutched Harry's shoulders, shivering against him in fear and Harry chuffed at him, apologizing for his outburst.
"I'm sorry! I–I didn't mean to frighten you. That bastard upset you and I wanted to fucking kill him." Harry growled lowly, sticking his nose back into the ditch of Draco's neck and huffing his scent to calm down.
"But you didn't….right?" Draco asked, his voice oddly squeaky.
"No." Harry sounded rather petulant at that and Draco chuckled.
"Good. I imagine it would be hard for me to visit you in Azkaban." he quipped and Harry smiled at him so brightly he felt dazed and bewitched.
A full smile from Harry was more powerful than staring directly into the sun – holy Merlin what he wouldn't do to see that again.
"Zabini told me that you're the first Malfoy to present as an Omega. That this is dangerous and I'm sure it's very upsetting for you, and Godric, the last thing I want to do is seem like some overbearing and pushy Alpha, forcing his way into your life–"
Draco was already shaking his head, wanting nothing more than for Harry to force himself into Draco's life and be pushy and controlling and all those other terrible adjectives associated with knothead Alphas and then his eyes rolled up into the back of his head thinking about taking Harry's knot.
Sweet Circe.
"I want you to understand, I'm willing to go at your pace – despite the fact that we're currently naked and in a bed…I'm sorry about that, I got a little overwhelmed with you kissing my neck and fuck you feel so fucking good baby – your skin's so soft and smooth." Harry groaned as he rubbed himself over his mate, unable to control himself.
Draco made a strangled moaning sound that, to his ears, sounded downright whorish.
He couldn't be arsed to be embarrassed by it though because Harry just growled against his neck and frotted their cocks together.
"Oh yes!! Oh fuck! Please!?" Draco begged – he had no idea what he was begging for, just that he was desperate to have Harry keep doing what he was doing.
He knew they needed to talk about – fuck – everything but his ridiculous Omega instincts were telling him he needed to please his Alpha and more than that, he, Draco, wanted to please Harry.
He'd been in love infatuated with the boy-who-lived since he was a child. His mother had read him stories about the valiant hero, conquering evil and bringing peace to all and he had worked Harry up in his mind that he was this larger than life being that would save him – save everyone and change the world for the better and he was!
He was larger than life, he was incredible and brave and noble and shockingly humble and he was kind and considerate and compassionate in ways that Draco hadn't even imagined possible.
To offer him a way out?! To beg him to let him help him?? To offer to save him! To actually save him from the room of requirement as it filled with uncontrollable flames?! To speak up for him at his trial and make sure Draco and his mother didn't serve time?!
Those deeds, to Draco, showed how sterling and shining Harry's armor was. A gallant and honorable knight that Draco was so completely not worthy of.
His eyes filled with tears as he looked up at Harry.
"How can you even stand to look at me?" he whispered, his heart shattering in his chest.
"It is rather hard. You're so damned beautiful, it's almost painful to look directly at you." Harry said, completely seriously, before a small, teasing smile lifted the corners of his mouth.
Draco snorted wetly, feeling so off balance by the day's events and all the new hormones rushing through him.
An exhausted yawn cracked his jaws suddenly and he blinked up in shock at Harry.
Harry just looked down at Draco adoringly and kissed his nose.
Draco's icy heart melted at the sweet affection.
"Why don't we take a nap for a little bit? I know I could use a little more rest, I woke up feeling like shit and I heard that you haven't been feeling well for a while." Harry said and instead of feeling like he was being admonished or criticized, Draco felt like Harry was genuinely concerned and wanted to care for him.
"alright." he whispered, not trusting his voice to not crack under the pressure of his emotions.
With a thought, silk pajama bottoms appeared on them and Harry shifted them under the covers, tucking Draco against his bare chest, wrapping an arm around him with a contented sigh.
"We'll sleep for a bit, then have some lunch together and talk, if you like." Harry sighed more heavily as his fingers brushed through Draco's silky hair.
"I apologize in advance, but I can already tell, I'm going to want to feed you." Harry dipped his head and grit his teeth at his ridiculous Alpha instincts driving him.
Draco could feel the tension radiating out of Harry at that confession and his stomach flipped at the thought of someone being so concerned with his well-being that they would physically care for him that he couldn't stem the pleading whimpers falling from his mouth.
Harry chuffed and squeezed Draco closer, nosing at his hair.
"You'd let me take care of you like that baby? Mmmm so good for me." Harry purred deeply and Draco felt a rush of heat flooding his groin and his balls got wet.
Gasping, his hips twitched forward before he could stop himself and Harry growled low in his throat as he scented Draco's arousal.
"Fuck – you're so fucking perfect aren't you Draco?" Harry insisted and hearing his name on Harry's lips in that husky fucking tone was going to be Draco's undoing.
He quivered against him, trembling with need and want and fear.
"Hush my sweet. Would you let me take care of you, just a little baby, so you can relax enough to fall asleep?" Harry asked and Draco wasn't entirely sure what he was asking for, but by the Gods he'd happily give it to him!
"Yes – yes please?" he whimpered and Harry rewarded him by purring loudly as he pushed Draco onto his back and crowded him against the mattress.
Draco barely had time to gasp before the air whooshed out of him as Harry's lips were suddenly on his. That first press of contact had sparks of lightning racing along his nerve endings, setting everything inside of him on fucking fire.
He'd kissed and been kissed before, but this, was something else.
This was fate.
Destiny.
His very soul rejoiced and sang of coming home and peace and love and magic.
Harry groaned into Draco's mouth as he parted his lips, eager for Harry's tongue as it licked between his lips and slid into his mouth.
He moaned as Harry's tongue teased his own, sliding over it, coaxing it to follow it back into Harry's mouth. Harry groaned more harshly when Draco tentatively dipped his tongue into Harry's mouth, licking at Harry's lips and letting his tongue flick against his, the little needy whimpers that he likely had no idea were escaping him were so fucking delicious, Harry's cock thrummed with want.
Harry's hands had been fisted in Draco's impossibly soft hair, angling him the way he wanted to better feast on his mate's mouth, he now dragged them down along his mate's perfect body, wanting to touch him and discover every secret spot on him that pleased him.
Pulling away from Draco's mouth, he peppered kisses along his jaw and nipped at the flesh of his neck, earning more sweet sounds from his delectable mate.
Harry was giddy with delight, being able to stoke the flames of his soon-to-be lover's desire was heady in the extreme.
His teeth raked over Draco's scent gland and his sweet Omega keened at that – Harry felt an answering response in the tightening of his balls – wanting to sink his teeth into the sensitive skin of his perfect neck and mark him as Harry's forever.
With a shudder and tremendous effort, Harry pulled back and kissed down Draco's body, pausing everywhere that made the blond twitch, sigh or shake, wanting to draw out as much pleasure as he could.
He lavished Draco's sensitive nipples with attention, kissing and licking at them until Draco begged, chest heaving for more and less at the same time. Harry suckled on them until they were puffy and swollen, pinching the one that wasn't in his mouth until he switched sides, drawing more fantastic noises out of Draco.
Harry made his way down Draco's body, coming to nestle himself between his thighs – the scent of his slick was making Harry drool and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth like an idiot.
Sucking bruising kisses into Draco's hips, Harry growled at the imploring noises Draco made as he arched into Harry's kisses, wanting and needing more, begging and pleading for more – for everything Harry could give him.
He realized that he was completely responsible for Draco's pleasure and happiness and that thought had him puffing out his chest in a truly obnoxious Alpha way, but it couldn't be helped. He wanted to be the one that pleased Draco, the only one that got to see Draco like this.
He looked up at his mate and nearly came from the sight of Draco looking so thoroughly debauched – his face was flushed and pink, there was a fine layer of sweat over his skin that smelled heavenly, full of Draco's pheromones, perfectly designed to incite and entice Harry into providing for his mate however he could.
Draco looked down at Harry at that moment and Harry felt his heart clench painfully in his chest. He felt like he was drowning in the bright silver moonlight glow of Draco's limpid eyes. He was at once lost and found, caught in the surety of Draco's gaze.
This was his mate. The one person that would love him for him for all of his days and Harry was absolutely wrecked and made whole by the clear devotion and yearning hope in his mate's eyes.
He realized with breathtaking clarity that Draco felt the same way – that he had similar doubts and concerns to Harry.
Harry was very excited to get to show his mate that those doubts were unfounded.
Harry placed his hands on either side of Draco's hips, his fingertips just brushing under the waistband of his pajama pants.
"May I?" he asked, waiting for his mate to give him permission.
Draco shuddered at the look of hunger on Harry's face, he could scarcely breathe, let alone think!
He nodded frantically, needing Harry closer, wanting relief from this terrible ache inside of himself.
Harry slowly pulled Draco's pants down, freeing his little cock and moaned loudly at the sight of his mate's perfect Omega cocklet.
Draco had always been self conscious of his smaller than average cock – he'd heard from others that becoming an Alpha made everything bigger and had just figured that would happen to him when he presented – now though, he knew it was always meant to be this way and if he had thought he had read hunger in Harry's eyes before he'd seen his cock – he was wonderfully mistaken.
Harry couldn't stop drooling. He knew it was unseemly and probably grossing Draco out, but fuck him he couldn't fucking help it.
Draco's cock was beautiful. It was the perfect sized morsel that it would fit in his mouth snuggly and it was leaking an obscene amount of precum – the scent of which was making Harry feel drunk and loose limbed.
With a garbled moan of apology he opened his mouth and swallowed Draco down to the root with no preamble or finesse.
Draco cried out as Harry swallowed him down, his nose pressing against the smooth and hairless skin of his pubic bone. And then Harry hollowed out his cheeks and sucked and Draco felt his body convulse! His back arched off the bed, his feet planted to lift his hips up so that Harry might take him somehow deeper into his mouth and he was blabbering nonsense as he became completely inarticulate.
"YES! Oh Fuck! Yes! Pleaase!!" he moaned and thrashed his head back and forth – begging for more and crying literal tears.
Harry hummed and looked up Draco's face right as Draco looked down and that was it – he couldn't even warn Harry that he was coming because it engulfed him and ripped through him, tearing him apart and rebuilding him into something new. Something just for Harry.
Harry groaned as Draco's sweet seed filled his mouth, it was delicious and creamy and he wanted to snack on his perfect mate's perfect prick every fucking day, if Draco would let him.
Another scent, even sweeter than his mate's release, teased his nose and with one last lick from base to tip, he let Draco's twitching and slightly softening member slide from his mouth as his lips pressed kisses to his muscular inner thighs.
His nose caught the scent more clearly and he growled as pushed Draco's legs up and over his shoulders, forcing them apart as he took in the sight of his mate's dripping wet hole.
"Fuuuck." he muttered darkly and heartfelt.
"Oh baby, is all this for me?" he asked with a knowing smirk as he looked up at Draco's fucked out face.
All Draco could do was mewl questioningly and nod instinctively – he wasn't sure what he was asking, but he knew all of himself belonged to Harry.
"Harry!!!" Draco screamed as Harry's tongue began lapping up the slick steadily leaking out of him.
Harry roared when Draco said his name – if this was what it would take to get Draco to say Harry's name, well, it was no hardship to do this to his mate every fucking day.
He tucked into his feast with enough enthusiasm to shock Draco into halting his objection – the groans and slurping sounds Harry was making as he ate Draco out were vulgar and lewd and so fucking hot Draco was sure he was going to cum again.
His cocklet gave a definite twitch and a glob of precum spurted out of the tip. Draco was convinced he was going to die and then Harry shoved his tongue inside of his hole and Draco lost ability to think, to act, to breathe, to be – he was moaning like a complete whore, pleading for Harry to keep doing it, to do more, to never stop.
And Harry wasn't helping in the least! The noises he was making as he aggressively fucked Draco's sopping wet hole with his tongue were playing a big role in Draco's impending orgasm.
"Fuck!! Harry!! Oh Gods!! I'm gonna cum!!" he cried out and then wailed as Harry's hot hand grabbed the base of his cock, stalling the building orgasm.
"Not yet baby, wanna make it extra good for you." Harry said, a hard tone to his voice making Draco nod eagerly, desperate to please and obey his Alpha.
Harry watched Draco as he began working a finger into him, keeping his left hand tight around Draco's prick, preventing him from coming too soon – and really, Draco was grateful to him for the help, because he'd never be able to not cum on his own.
Harry's face as he watched his finger sliding in and out of Draco was the most magnificent piece of art Draco had ever seen in his entire life. Tears sprang to his eyes as he watched his Alphas clear joy at taking him apart, making him feel so good, better than he'd ever made himself feel, always too afraid to finger himself for fear of how much he'd like it and sure enough, he fucking loved it! The slight burn that had been present when Harry had first started, was completely gone now and in its place was a swooping warmth that flooded him with sensation and emotion.
Harry nodded at him and his confidence reassured Draco so implicitly that he relaxed and shuddered helplessly against the bedding, giving himself over to Harry's care, accepting that he had him and would take care of him, for as long as he wished.
"That's it baby, I've got you." Harry said as he pressed a second finger into Draco's greedy hole.
"Fuck you're so beautiful. Taking my fingers so well love." Harry praised and Draco melted.
Harry angled his fingers just so and a keening cry burst from Draco shocking him as lightning shot through his body. His hands scrabbled for the sheets, needing something to hold on to as Harry kept hitting that spot.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!! OH GODS!! HAAARRRRYYY!!!!" Draco wailed, shaking his head in denial and need and desperation.
It felt so fucking good! He gritted his teeth and clenched everything, fearing he'd cum before he was permitted to.
"That's it, yes Draco, my darling, so good for me – just feel it baby, feel me, this spot right here?" Harry pressed against that spot and Draco howled.
"That's my fucking spot baby." he growled and Draco was lost.
He hiccupped as he sobbed and nodded in agreement, needing Harry more than he needed to take his next breath.
"Please!? Fuck me Alpha!!!" he cried out and Harry's fingers tensed before stilling completely.
With a harsh growl, Harry began shaking and pulled his fingers out of Draco, making him keen at the loss – he took his hand off of Draco's cock and Draco began apologizing for upsetting his Alpha.
"I'm sorry Alpha! I'm so sorry!! Please! I'll be good, I'm sorry!" Draco sobbed, feeling worthless and shitty as he reached out to clutch at Harry's shoulders.
Harry loomed over him and pulled his legs up to his hips, pressing his lips to Draco's to stall the broken apologies his mate didn't need to give.
A wordless spell had Draco's hole stretched a little more and then Harry was pressing the tip of his pulsing cockhead into his mate's desperate hole.
"Say it again." Harry demanded thickly, his entire body shaking with the need for control.
"I'm sorr–" Harry shook his head and gently, despite how thin his restraint was, pressed a kiss to the tip of Draco's nose.
"Not that. Call me Alpha." he instructed huskily and Draco gulped, blinking up at Harry's lust blown eyes.
He wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and kissed his lips, softly, letting himself relax.
"Alpha, please, my Alpha. Fuck me." Draco's eyes flashed as Harry growled low in his throat, thrusting forward, pushing into his mate.
Both of them breathing harder as Harry slid into Draco, Draco clenching around Harry's hard cock, his eyes rolling back into his head as he was quickly overwhelmed.
"Oh fuuuuck. God Draco! You're so perfect baby. So tight and wet for me. Oh baby I can't wait to make you cum." at that darkly murmured threat? promise? Draco's hole spasmed as he clenched wildly, his cocklet dribbling precum as his mouth garbled unintelligible nonsense, mostly begging and pleading for everything Harry planned on delivering.
Harry pulled out and thrust back in, sinking deeper and deeper each time until he bottomed out, his thick cock fully embedded inside his mate's quivering hole.
"So perfect for me. Look at this lovely mess you're making baby. So sloppy for me. I fucking love it." Harry declared with a hard thrust that rocked Draco up the bed.
Harry leaned back and grabbed Draco's hips and began hammering in and out of him. The sweet sounds falling from Draco's swollen lips were fucking everything and Harry wanted to hear this song of his mate's for the rest of his life.
"That's it baby, you keep taking me so well and you'll get to cum soon. So good, listen how well you take me baby." Harry fucked into Draco harder so the wet, lewd slapping skin on skin sound bounced off the walls around them.
"Please Harry! Alpha! PLEASE!! SO GOOD!!" Draco pleaded and Harry's cock flexed at Draco saying his name and title.
He angled his hips so that on the next thrust he hit his mate's prostate and was rewarded by a choked off gasp, the next thrust brought a sweet cry and the next brought a scream as Draco tossed his head back and came while Harry pounded his spot inside of Draco, confirming that it was, in fact, Harry's spot inside of Draco.
"Yeah baby, you're mine, that sweet hole of yours is mine and that hot spot is mine." Harry agreed, restlessly pounding into his mate, feeling the tell-tale sign of his cock swelling.
"Oh fuck baby – you're so fucking good, you're gonna make me pop a knot! Fuck Draco." Harry groaned as he continued thrusting, the base of his cock getting thicker.
"YES! FUCK DRACO! DON'T STOP ALPHA!! FILL ME UP!!" Draco wailed, tears obscuring his vision, making Harry look bleary as he clutched at his Alpha's shoulders.
Harry growled as he forced his thickening cock into his perfect mate's little hole, he was close, the knot was forming, he'd be able to thrust a few more times before it became too much – he wanted to make Draco cum again, he knew the Omega could, his little cocklet was red and weeping and painfully hard again.
He pressed down on Draco's abdomen and moaned when he could feel himself inside his mate.
"Oh baby, I can feel how deep I am in you. You love this don't you, letting me fuck you so good, making you so sloppy – fuck I'm gonna fill you so full, when my knot goes down I'm gonna eat you out again, get you all clean so I can do it again and again and again." Harry promised, still pistoning in and out, angling his hips just right to hit that spot, making Draco see stars as his orgasm barreled through him at the speed of light.
"FILL ME ALPHA!" Draco screamed as he came, his legs shaking as he tightened them around Harry's hips, needing him all the way in him, desperate for his knot and his cum and his filthy, filthy promises.
"DRACO!!!!!!!' Harry roared as his orgasm swept through him, the base of his knot catching on the tight rim of Draco's hole.
His cock spasmed as he released what felt like gallons of cum into Draco, his cock twitching and pulsating enough it triggered another orgasm from Draco.
He sobbed against Harry's neck, shaking and gasping for air.
"So good for me, my perfect Omega, my sweet Draco. Beautiful mate." Harry murmured softly, kissing Draco's face and shoulders adoringly.
Draco mewled and trembled, unable to do anything else.
"Am I crushing you darling?" Harry asked, his concern filling Draco with a warm sense of home.
"Yes. I like it." he confessed, a delirious smile on his face.
He could sense Harry's amusement even before he felt the smile on the lips pressing more kisses to his face.
"good." Harry sighed, nuzzling against Draco's scent gland, feeling so peaceful and worry-free in a way he never has before.
The two remain quiet, enjoying the after-glow and the light touches and unhurried kisses for a long while. Harry's knot finally abated as Draco yawned for the third time in a matter of minutes.
"Are you tired baby?" Harry asked and Draco sleepily nodded, whining as Harry's cock slipped out of his hole.
The rush of fluid that followed had Draco blushing.
"I told you my plan, if you're too tired right now, I can always do that the next time." Harry assured Draco who looked at Harry adorably confused and so wonderfully fucked out.
"I was going to clean all that up for you." Harry stated helpfully, with a patient look on his face.
Draco nodded, murmuring his assent, assuming Harry would spell a Scourgify over them and the bed and was looking forward to falling asleep when Harry shifted himself to lie between Draco's thighs again, an absolutely devilish gleam on his face.
"Remember baby, I promised I'd clean you up so that I could get you all messy again," he lapped at the spend and slick leaking out of Draco, "and again," he nibbled along edges of Draco's clenching hole, "and again." he vowed darkly as he thrust his tongue inside of Draco's begging hole, delighting in the tortured cries falling from his mate's slack mouth.
He knew they had a lot to talk about and would need to work through a lot of issues, but he had faith that they'd work it out. He knew there was no one else on this earth that could fulfill and satisfy and push his buttons like his mate. And Draco was everything he could ever want in a mate, in a partner and lover and he would do anything to show Draco how much he meant to him.
He would start with this, he thought as he watched Draco fall apart on his tongue, screaming his release to the ceiling.
The taste of himself and his delicious mate on his tongue making his cock twitch in excitement and anticipation.
He suspected he'd always been at least partially in love with Draco, why else would the feisty blond always manage to get under his skin – and that obsessive need to know where Draco was at all times, worrying about him far more than himself over the past two years. It made a lot of sense when he stopped to think about it.
And really, this was no hardship, this was easier than breathing. Harry smirked as Draco cried out, his back arching as he crested again, his own cock enjoying the show and more than ready for a repeat performance.
He would always keep his promises to Draco. With avid pleasure.