Saturday 8th of April 2000
“What do you have for me Lucius?” Draco stops in his tracks in the hallway when he hears an unfamiliar voice coming out from his father’s offices.
“I don’t have anything else to show you Edward. I’ve shown you the house, that’s all I have left.”
“I can feel that there’s something you’re leaving out. There’s something you’re not telling me.”
“I swear there isn’t. I -”
“Father?” Draco knocks softly on the door before pushing it open. “Is everything all right?”
“Draco!?” His father looks stricken as Draco steps into the study.
The other man in the room inhales deeply through his nose and smiles creepily as he looks over his shoulder at Draco. Draco recognises him as Edward Nott, uncle of his classmate Theodore Nott.
“I told you to stay in your room.” His father says as he hurries towards Draco. Lucius grabs his arm and tries to push Draco out of the room.
“Now, now Lucius.” Nott says as he turns towards Draco and his father. “I saved you from a lifetime of Azkaban. It is not nice to keep things from me. Especially when you still have to repay me.”
“I haven’t been keeping anything from you. It’s just my son-”
“Yes, your son.” Nott stalks closer to them and Lucius takes a hesitant step in front of Draco, not letting go of his son’s arm. “I knew you had a son, and I knew they said he was beautiful. But I didn’t know he was quite like this.” Nott inhales deeply through his nose again. “An omega and one of breeding age at that. Have you been keeping this from everyone Lucius?”
“I- it’s been recent that he. I mean it’s new.”
“Hmm,” Nott hums as he walks to Draco’s side. “How new? How many heats have you had boy?”
Draco glances at his father, who looks unsure but nods for him to answer. “Just two,” Draco says quietly.
“And how old were you for your first?”
“I was eighteen.”
“Young,” Nott hums seemingly pleased. “Most people don’t come in their rank until they’re twenty-one.”
“Yes, he’s very young. Only nineteen.” Draco’s father says, urgently pushing Draco back through the door. “Too young for this conversation. Go back to your room now Draco.”
Draco nods once at his father and starts to leave the room when Nott reaches out past Lucius and grabs Draco’s arm. “Now wait a minute, Lucius. The boy can stay here while we sort this through.” He pulls Draco back into the room all the way to the sitting nook where Draco first spotted his father and Nott talking. Nott urges Draco to sit down on the couch as he turns to look back at Lucius, who is still standing near the doorway looking wide eyed at Draco on the couch. He takes a deep breath before closing the door and marching over to Nott. “You can’t have my son Edward.” He says directly.
“Now, now Lucius. You owe me.”
“I do, but my son doesn’t.”
“Doesn’t he? I kept his precious father out of Azkaban.”
“What’s going on?” Draco asks hesitantly.
“Your father was well on his way to spend the rest of his life in Azkaban, but I pulled some strings at the ministry so now he walks free. He promised me a favour or something valuable in return. It’s been a year now and I still haven’t had what was promised to me. So, I’ve come to collect.”
“I’ll give you what I owe you Edward, I promise.”
“Okay, so I’ll be taking your son with me than.”
Draco blanches and hurries from the couch to hide behind his father, “What?!”
“I told you Edward, you can’t take my son.”
“Come on now Lucius. Do you have any idea how much money I could get for a young male omega? I’ll owe you another favour.”
“I won’t let you sell my son like some sort of animal. Besides the fact that it’s absolutely illegal.”
“Let us not speak of legality Lucius, we both know it’s not of that much importance.”
Draco looks up at his father who is starting to turn red, “I won’t allow you to sell my son!”
“What if we split the profit?” Nott’s hungry eyes roam over Draco who looks at him around his father, looking warily at Nott.
“Are you deaf? I said no!”
Nott sighs, “Fine, I can keep him. Having an heir is still something I need to do, and I know my brother would like some more children. Little Theo will off course be the number one heir of the Nott family, but having some more children by an omega will be useful. Besides when Theo comes into his own rank as Alpha, he too might want to have one or two children in couple of years, before he gets married.”
“No!” Lucius steps fully in front of Draco, blocking his view of the raging man, “You can have my money, my house, old family heirlooms but you can’t have my son. Draco is not some breeding cow to use for your own pleasure or to share with your family.”
Nott’s face turns murderous, “That’s exactly what Omegas are. Or have you forgotten how we used to look for this exact thing when we were younger. We used to talk about having a young omega to provide us with plentiful children, while having a pureblood wife to show off and have a proper heir with. That’s before you decided to fall in love with the wife your father chose for you. And look where that got you, Lucius; a lone omega child that won’t even continue your family line.”
“Well, I’ve grown up. And so should you. I will only ask you to leave once, before I’ll take drastic measures.”
“This isn’t the last you’ll see of me, Lucius. I don’t take kindly to being denied what I want.”
“I’ll send you a nice check and I will view this mattered as closed. And if you ever come for my son again, I’ll do much more than kick you out of my house.”
“You best pay close attention to your son, Lucius.”
“Don’t you threaten me.”
“You have one week to change your mind.” Nott threatens before storming through the floo.
One week later, Tuesday.
Draco’s getting ready in his bedroom for a long-awaited night out with his friends. Their house arrest had been lifted and they finally got a chance to go out for like they used to. He looks himself over in the mirror, he put on his new slacks with a new pair of dark blue dragon hide loafers. He opens another button of his light blue shirt showing a bit more of his neck and chest. He smiles when he’s satisfied with the way he looks. He grabs his wand then dashes out of the room.
“Where are you going?” his father asks coming out of the sitting room into the hall.
“Out!” Draco says jubilant grabbing his dark blue robe from the wardrobe and throwing it over his shoulders.
“No, you’re not.” His father says.
“Father,” Draco sighs, “Have you forgotten. Today our house arrest has ended. I’m going out for drinks with my friends.”
“Draco,” his father warns.
“I’ll be perfectly safe with them. I promise father.”
“Be home no later than ten.”
Draco rolls his eyes, “fine.” He rushes through the floo.
When he arrives at Pansy’s home, she flies at him and throws her arms around his neck. “Draco!” she exclaims, “It’s so good to see you!”
Draco tightens his arms around her waist, “I missed you too, Pans.”
When they separate Pansy grabs his hand and pulls him to the front porch out into the cold. Draco pulls his robe tighter around himself, “I should’ve put on my fur lined coat.”
Pansy laughs, “You were always a softie. Don’t worry it’ll be warm in the pub.”
“Where actually are we going?”
“Salazar’s Inn.”
“Really?” Draco arches a brow. Salazar’s Inn is such an old gloomy place, one his father used to visit in his youth.
“We had to go somewhere we would be left in peace.” Pansy says before apparating. Draco follows suit, together they walk into the Inn. Draco tries his best not to look disgusted when the make their way to the back of the pub where Greg and Millie are already waving them over. Draco casts a discrete cleaning charm on the chair before sitting down.
An angry looking witch comes to take their orders as soon as Draco and Pansy have sat down next to Greg. When she leaves the others arrive. Theo slides in the seat opposite of Draco and Daphne takes the seat across from Pansy, which leaves Blaise the chair on the head of the table.
The waitress comes back and places a mug of ale in front of Draco, “Er, I ordered white wine.”
The witch ignores him as she places similar cups in front of everyone.
“They don’t sell wine here.” Theo sneers.
“Right,” Draco takes a cautious sip of the drink. It’s disgusting, he has to force himself to swallow it.
“What?” Theo smirks, “Don’t like it? Should’ve known your Omega sensibilities can’t handle a proper beer.”
Draco feels himself flush bright red as all his friends turn to stare at him.
“Oh, was it a secret?” Theo sneers. “My uncle told me he tried to give you a place in his household as his own personal breeding Omega but that your father refused.”
“Seriously?!” Daphne asks looking disgusted at Draco, “You’re an Omega and your parents still let you out in public. Ridiculous. Like we want to be associated with that.”
“Shut up, Daphne!” Pansy snaps.
“Like you don’t feel the same? Omegas aren’t supposed to go out with witches and wizards of other ranks.”
“We haven’t even come into our rank yet. So, what does it matter?” Pansy says, but Draco notices she ignores Daphne’s question.
“It matters, because none of us are probably going to be an Omega. Besides my uncle wants to breed him.” Theo says with a disgusted look on his face.
Draco looks at his hands as he pushes his chair away from the table, “Maybe I should go.”
“Probably for the best.” Theo says leaning back in his chair and smirking at Draco, while the rest of his so-called friends ignore him. He gets up and walks out of the pub.
“Draco,” Pansy calls when Draco’s almost outside, “Is it even true?” she asks when she catches up to him.
He wrings his hands together. “It’s true.”
“Oh,” Pansy looks away to her feet. “Well, I can still come over if you want.”
“Can you do lunch tomorrow? I have a lot to tell you about, you know, all of this. And I heard about this new place on Diagon -”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Draco. But I’ll come over if your parents will allow it.”
“Oh, right. Okay.”
Pansy starts to walk back backwards, “I’ll write them and see you soon okay.”
“Okay, have fun tonight.”
She laughs, “I will.” She turns back and re-joins their friends. Well, probably not his friends anymore. They don’t even glance back at him.
Draco steps outside and shivers, he really should have put on his warmer robe. He walks a couple steps further from the door, ready to apparate back home when he notices something behind him. Or rather, someone. He can see the figure from the corner of his eye. Draco tightens his grip on his wand and spins around. He trains his wand on his assailant, “What do you want?”
The gloomy looking man inhales Draco scent deeply, “What’s a pretty little Omega like you doing here all by himself?” The man takes a step towards Draco.
“Stay back!” Draco warns, not moving his wand. It’s not as if he can cast anything real to defend himself. His wand is still regulated by the ministry, and he knows one wrong spell will put him in some serious trouble.
“One little omega all by himself. Alone on the streets, for us to share.” The man grins viciously.
Strong arms grab Draco from behind and Draco yelps in surprise. The stench of a sweaty Alpha envelops him. Draco waves his wand, but the first assailant grabs it from his hand. He throws it carelessly to the side and steps in closer to Draco and the man holding him. “Who gets the first turn Hank? Me or you?”
Draco wiggles in the arms of the big strong man, Hank, holding him tight. “Let go off me!”
“You go first Frank; I’ll hold him down.”
“You can’t do this. My father will hear about this!”
Both men laugh, “Even your own father won’t want you when we’re done with you.” Frank says. He starts to pull on Draco’s clothes trying to get them out of his way. Before Draco’s panic can overtake him, he takes a deep breath and braces himself. He uses his legs to kick himself of off the ground. His momentum when he swings himself up makes Hank stumble and he’s able to knee Frank in his junk. Both drunk men stumble, and Draco falls with them on the dirty ground. As quick as he can he pushes to his hands and knees and back up to his feet. When he stumbles up, he runs away. He doesn’t know where he’s going, just that he has to get away.
When he looks over his shoulder, he sees that the men are chasing him and they’re closer than he expected them to be. While he’s looking over his shoulder, he runs into someone. He almost falls to the ground, but strong hands steady him.
“Good Godric, Malfoy. Can’t you watch where you’re going?”
“Potter?” Draco looks up at the large man he ran into. Potter has grown taller and broader since Draco last saw him. The scrawny boy has been replaced with a big muscular Alpha.
“Er, yes. Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a Basilisk.”
“I – er,” Draco looks over his shoulder and sees the two men who grabbed him outside Salazar’s Inn. They slow their pace and calmly make their way over to him, “Help me.” Draco begs, clutching Potter's muscular biceps as they reach him and Potter.
Potter frowns at him, “Wha-”
“Mr. Potter,” says Frank or Hank, now that they’re close Draco can’t really tell the difference between them. “The Omega is with us.”
Potter hovers his nose near Draco trying to catch his scent discretely. “That seems unlikely.” He says eventually. “Since I’ve been right here waiting for him.”
“Oh, uh. He’s yours?” the other one asks, looking sheepishly at Potter.
“Yes,” Potter growls. “Now I’d like to know why’d you think he would be with you. And what happened to his clothes?”
“It was just a misunderstanding.” The men back off slowly, before turning around and running away as fast as they can.
Potter grabs Draco’s chin to make him look up at him, “Are you okay?”
“I am now,” Draco purrs, then abruptly pulls away, appalled by his own behaviour.
“Why are you alone?” Potter asks ignoring Draco’s purring, but his pupils are blown wide.
“I was out with friends, but I – decided to go home early. I was ambushed before I was able to apparate. They took my wand; I don’t know where they left it.”
“I’ll take you somewhere safe.” Potter says, pulling Draco in close and apparating them away. They land in a living room stuffed with ageing furniture.
“Thank you for kidnapping me Potter, but can you please go get my father.”
“I didn’t kidnap you. I brought you to my home, so you’d be safe. So, you stay here, and I’ll go get your father.” Potter says with an eye roll, before stepping into the fireplace and flooing away.
After a few hours the Floo flares green again and Draco jumps up from the lumpy old couch he’d been sitting on. When Potter steps out Draco tries to look past him, waiting to see his father step out after him.
“He isn’t coming,” Potter says when he notices Draco’s staring.
“What do you mean he isn’t coming? Are you that incompetent that you can’t even complete the simple task that is alerting my father to where I am so that he can come to take me home.”
“I mean he isn’t coming in the way that he is a criminal who isn’t allowed to have an Omega living under his roof.”
“What is that supposed to mean? Where I’m I supposed to go then?”
Potter takes his hand out of his pocket and spells the small suitcase he took out of it to its original size. “You can stay here until they find you a permanent home.”
“Who is they?”
“People from the ministry I reckon.” Potter shrugs like it’s not a big deal who’ll be making the decision that will determine the rest of Draco’s life.
Friday.
The following morning a lady from the ministry stops through the floo. She’s a small plump witch who isn’t much younger than Draco’s parents. She introduces herself to Potter with a handshake and a smile, her name is Eloise Burke. She smiles too brightly at Draco as she takes his hand and looks him over, “You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” she says with another smile.
Draco frowns wondering if she suspects him to answer that question, but Potter speaks before he even gets a chance. “Let’s have a seat, my house elf prepared tea.” Begrudgingly Draco sits down next to Potter on the couch as the witch sits on the chair opposite of them. Potter’s old, wrinkled house elf pops up and shakily pours tea in a mismatched set of teacups.
“So how long is it going to take for you to find a place for Malfoy?” Potter asks immediately after the house elf disaparates. Draco blows slowly on his tea before taking a careful sip.
“I’m sure there are many Alphas who’d want such a young beautiful Omega. But we have to make sure he gets placed in a good home, so I’ll have to take time to do my due diligence.”
“Do I get any say in this at all?” Draco asks and Mrs. Burke looks confused at him, like she doesn’t understand why he’s even talking at all. Potter just looks expectantly at her, and when she notices that she decides to answer. “Er, Alphas have the final say. But I’m here to make the best possible match.”
“And how exactly will you find this match?” Potter asks.
“Alphas will apply with the ministry and when there’s an unmated Omega, we will seek the best match from the registered Alphas who are interested in this omega.”
“And just anyone and everyone can apply?”
“Yes. We could start right now if you’re interested in claiming this omega as a mate.” Mrs. Burke says enthusiastically. Draco who had just taken a sip of tea spits it back out over his hands as he coughs his tea back up in surprise. When he finally catches his breath back, he side-eyes Potter, who’s dark complexion can’t hide his blush. “Er, no thanks that’s quite all right.”
“Are you sure? We could complete the first step right now.”
“I think we’re fine.”
“Okay, well think about it.” Mrs. Burke says as she gets up, “I’ll be back later this week.”
Potter stands up to walk Mrs. Burke to the floo, while Draco slumps further in the worn-out pillows of the couch.
Potter turns around and leans against the fireplace assessing Draco from where he stands. He crosses his thick arms over his broad chest, "Guess you'll be staying here a bit longer."
"I want to go home." Draco pouts.
"I know you know you can’t, so I don't know why you're behaving like a spoiled child. Besides you heard the lady, she'll find you a nice home."
"To have some random Alpha's babies." Draco slumps further in his pillows.
"You're an Omega? Don't you want to have children?"
"I do, just – on my own terms."
"I'm sure the Alpha she'll find for you will allow your terms. Now, I'm going to work. Promise you'll stay here? I don't want to spend my day chasing a runaway omega."
"Fine," Draco grunts as Potter turns around and steps into the fireplace.
That night
“I didn’t know you could cook.” Potter’s voice takes Draco out of the trance he’s always in when cooking or making potions. He turns around from where he stands by the stove to see Potter leaning casually against the doorpost.
“I had to do something during my year of house arrest.”
“So, you learned to cook?”
“It was actually quite easy, it’s much like potion making.”
“That may be why I’m so bad at both.”
Draco snorts, “We can’t all have your skill set of running around and catching evil wizards.”
“Is that what you think I do?” Potter asks a smile spreading on his face. Big enough that Draco can see his dimples under his scruff.
“You’re an auror aren’t you? Isn’t that what they do?” Draco turns back to the stove to hide his smile from Potter eyeing him.
Potter laughs, “Pretty much. But it’s a lot of paperwork too.”
Draco stirs his pasta sauce, before grabbing the other pan and draining his pasta. “Fuck,” He calls as he splashes hot water over his hand. Potter is by his side in an instant, levitating the pan with pasta to the side and grabbing Draco’s hand. He looks at it intently before casting some quick charms. A healing and a cooling charm if Draco’s correct. “Thanks,” he says softly.
“I thought you could cook.” Potter says with a smile.
“I normally don’t strain the pasta by hand.” Draco says inspecting his hand. “But I don’t have my wand.”
“Oh, right. That reminds me.” Potter walks away, “Stay right here,” he calls over his shoulder as he walks out of the kitchen.
Draco frowns, sets the table by hand and serves two portions. He’s taking his seat when Harry barges back into the kitchen. A wooden box in his hand, “this is for you.” He hands the box to Draco.
“Thanks?” Draco says, eyeing it warily.
“You can open it up. It won’t explode.”
“I didn’t think it would, but now you made me worry it will.”
Potter grins, “I promise it won’t.”
Draco raises his eyebrow but opens it up. His mouth falls open when he sees his wand laying on a velvet lining. And not the wand he lost in the alley two days ago, but his old wand the one he got at Ollivanders when he was eleven. “I,” Draco hesitates before taking the wand from the box and twirling it between his fingers. “I don’t know what to say.” Draco says looking from the wand in his hands to Potter sitting opposite of him.
“Just say thank you.” Potter says with his mouth still full of pasta.
Draco blanches, “What are you? A barbarian. Did no one ever tell not to speak with your mouth full.”
Potter laughs, “You’re welcome, Malfoy.”
Draco digs into his own food, “Thanks.” He murmurs before taking his first bite.
Monday.
“Draco?!” Potter calls from the living room. “Why is my living room a different colour? And where is my couch? Better yet where is all my furniture?” Potter’s heavy footsteps sound on the stairs and Draco steps out of the sitting room onto the second-floor landing.
“I painted your walls and ordered new furniture; it will arrive tomorrow.”
“And why, pray tell, did you order new furniture?”
“Because I vanished your old furniture.”
“You did what?!” Potter’s face turns angry.
“Come on Potter. Your old furniture was horrible. Besides, it wasn’t even yours.”
“If you’re vanishing my stuff, can you at least call me by my first name.”
“I’m helping you, Harry.” Draco shivers a little when he calls Potter by his first name. Hopefully he manages to keep his face straight.
“How is this helping me?”
“I’m making your house presentable. Now if you have people over or host a gathering or dinner, people will actually want to come. Honestly your interior was just so unpleasant. Full of both dark magic and dark vibes.”
Harry sighs and leans against the stair banister, “Well, that’s true. The old black family did like their dark magic. Crazy lot that one.”
“Hey!” Draco protests, “my mother is a Black.”
“Yeah,” Harry pushes away from the banister and walks up to Draco. “And you are crazy.” He boops Draco’s nose then walks past him to go up the other staircase. “I’m going to take a shower and then I’ll order us some dinner. You’re free to decorate the place however you like Draco!”
Draco manages to suppress a shiver until Harry’s disappeared from his view.
Wednesday.
“It’s important for the Alphas to have all the information about the Omega they might take as a mate.” Eloise Burke says as she motions Draco through the halls of St. Mungo’s. When Draco doesn’t answer she continues, “Therefore we must have a thorough examination of you. The Alphas want to know how fertile you are, since they will be eager for you to whelp their pups.”
“Right.” Draco grunts.
“You too, must be eager to know how large of a litter you’ll be able to whelp. A young Omega like you must be getting excited to start your family, luckily you won’t have to wait too long. I have already met with many Alphas who are eager to breed you.”
Draco suppresses an unpleasant shiver and glances over his shoulder wondering if anyone would stop him if he were to run away right now. He shakes the thought away, knowing it wouldn’t do any good to run away. He has nowhere to go. His parent’s house is the first place they would look, and they would punish his parents for his mistakes. All of his friends have forsaken him, even Pansy didn’t reach out like she said she would. And Harry already said that he would bring Draco back if he ran. So, he suppresses the urge to bolt and follows Mrs. Burke through a door. A healer stands up and he shakes Mrs. Burke’s hand before looking Draco over. “This one’s beautiful. I’m sure you’ll have no trouble placing him.”
“I don’t think so either.” Mrs. Burke smiles. “But I’ll need your professional assessment to make sure.”
“Of course. Right this way Omega.” The healer waves him over. “Undress yourself for me.”
Draco hesitates and glances over at Mrs. Burke, but she’s not paying attention to him. She summoned her clipboard and a quill ready to take notes of the examination. So, Draco takes off his clothes, he tries to cover himself discreetly with his hands.
“Beautiful indeed.” The healer says, moving Draco’s hands and looking him over. Draco blushes furiously when the healer turns him around and looks him over from the back too.
“Will you check if his virtue is still intact, please.” Mrs. Burke says.
“Of course,” the healer says, “bend over Omega.”
Draco grits his teeth before bending over, bracing his elbows on the examination table. The healer murmurs a spell before placing his wand against Draco’s skin, right above his hole. “Completely untouched,” the healer says in a hushed voice. He caresses Draco’s bum with one hand, “Are you still taking offers on him?” the healer asks Mrs. Burke.
“Why? Are you interested?”
“I am.” The healer grabs Draco’s neck and pulls him upright again. He turns Draco back around and moves his wand over the skin under Draco’s bellybutton. “His next heat is close and he’s very fertile. I would love to see this one swollen with my pups.”
Draco squirms against the examination table trying to get away from the healer and the growing bulge in his trousers.
“I’ll jot you down then.” Mrs. Burke says. “I have to warn you though competition is tough on this one.”
“Let me know who gets him if I don’t, maybe they’d be open to an arrangement.”
“Sure, now can you keep it in your pants long enough to look him over?”
The healer grumbles but continues with a regular examination. When he takes a small vial of blood, he tells Draco to dress himself again. While Draco hurries to put his clothes back on the healer turns to Mrs. Burke, “If I rush his bloodwork will my name jump higher on the list?”
Mrs. Burke smirks at him, “Only one way to find out.”
Friday.
Draco raises himself to his tiptoes and reaches out as far as he can, but he still only brushes the book he wants.
"Need a hand?" Draco startles when Harry suddenly appears behind him. He easily grabs the book from the shelf. Draco spins around and has to look up to see into Harry’s face.
"How come you're so big? I used to be taller than you." He says as he takes the book from Harry’s hand.
Harry scoffs, "not that much. And it’s the Alpha genes. After I came into my rank, I suddenly got taller and building muscle became easy when I started auror training. Besides I can't help it that you're tiny."
"I am not tiny." Draco crosses his arms over his chest. "I'm actually quite tall for an Omega. I could easily be mistaken for a Beta."
Harry laughs, "No one could ever confuse you with a Beta, Draco."
"And why not?! I'll have you know that-"
Harry interrupts him with a gentle touch to his cheek, "You are much too pretty to ever be considered a Beta."
"I," Draco gasps lost in Harry's startling green eyes. His palms become sweaty, and he notices how close they're standing. With a firm hand on the small of Draco's back Harry pulls him closer and leans in until their noses touch. He seems to inhale Draco's scent. "Harry," Draco says quietly as his eyes flutter close and he breathes in Harry’s strong Alpha scent. Long endless days he spent trying to ignore the allure of the Alpha scent but now he's swaying closer. On the verge of giving in.
"Hello! Mr. Potter?" Mrs. Burke sounds from downstairs. Draco and Harry abruptly pull apart. Staring at each other with wide eyes. Draco's breathing rapidly and his heart is pounding loudly in his chest and Harry doesn’t seem to be doing much better.
Kreacher pops up in the library, "Kreacher has let the guest into the sitting room. She is waiting for master and mister Draco to arrive."
"Thank you, Kreacher." Harry says after clearing his throat. "Please prepare some tea for us and our guest."
Kreacher nods and apparates away.
"Let's go down and see what she has to say." Harry says giving Draco a small polite smile.
Mrs. Burke stands as soon as they walk into the room, her always present smile still firmly in place. “Hello, Mr Potter, Mr. Malfoy. Good to see you again. I have good news.”
“Oh,” Draco sits down on the new couch.
“Yes, there are multiple Alphas eager to have you in their home.”
“Already?”
“Yes, off course. I told you many Alphas would be eager to have you.”
“And why is that?” Harry asks sitting close to Draco on the couch.
“Omegas are rare therefore an Omega of breeding age is always popular. And a male omega even more so because there are even less of them.”
“Right,” Harry says crossing his arms. “What does that mean?”
“That means I had many options for this Omega, and I picked the very best one.”
“And who might that be.”
“Edward Nott.” Mrs. Burke smiles brightly at them.
Draco feels the blood run from his face, “No,” he whimpers softly.
Harry, having heard him, turns to look at him. But Mrs. Burke doesn't notice and continues on, “So, let’s pack up your stuff and move you into your new home. Mr. Nott is very eagerly waiting for you and excited to impregnate you during your upcoming heat.” She stands up enthusiastically.
Growling Harry jumps to his feet, “No, I think not.”
“Mr. Potter?” the woman startles and sits back down. Wide eyed she stares at him.
“I have changed my mind. I will keep Draco right where he is and make him mine.”
“Mr. Potter, you must know this is very irregular.”
“I don’t care, make it happen.” Harry snaps his fingers, channelling the aura of the chosen one people worship in the streets.
“You have to fill in a form,”
“Fetch me one and I’ll fill it in right now.”
“And I need to observe your ability to take care of an Omega.”
“You know how well I’ve taken care of Draco this past week, I suspect that is more than enough observation.”
“Err, but aren’t you a bit young to start a family? An Omega of breeding age needs an Alpha ready to breed them.”
“I’m actually very eager to put my pup in this Omega.” Harry says.
“But uhm,”
“How much?” Draco asks quietly, glancing from his sweaty palms to the older woman in front of him.
“I’m sorry?” Mrs. Burke says.
“How much did he pay you for me?”
When Mrs. Burke says nothing, but only stares at them. Harry growls loudly, “Is that what happened?! Were you bribed? I’ll march to the ministry right now and sort out this mess.”
“No, no, no.” Mrs. Burke stands up, “No need, I’ll arrange the paperwork today. The omega will be yours.”
“Good,” Harry says. He keeps standing in front of Draco until Mrs. burke uses the floo to return to the ministry. When she’s gone, he whirls around and crouches in front of Draco. He cups Draco’s face in both hands and makes him look up. “Why are you scared of Edward Nott? What does he want from you?”
“He wanted Father to give me to him. He said Father owed him because he helped him after the war. He wanted to – to sell me. Father wouldn’t allow it of course. Then he said he would – he would” Draco gulps, “make me the family Omega.” Draco tries to blink away his tears, but they drop on his cheeks anyway.
“What even is a family, Omega?” Harry asks as he brushes his thumbs over Draco’s cheeks to clear it from tears.
“An Omega to be shared under the Alphas and sometimes Betas in the family. To give the family plenty of pups.” Draco says avoiding Harry’s eyes.
“What?!” Harry snaps. Draco startles at Harry’s outburst. Harry jumps up and takes a few calming breaths before sitting down next to Draco on the couch and pulling him in his lap. He nuzzles behind Draco’s ear and breathes in Draco’s scent. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe. No one will even dare to think about selling you or even touching you without repercussions that I will personally administer.”
“You’re really going to make me your mate?” Draco asks, leaning into Harry’s warmth.
“Yes, that way I can make sure you’ll be safe and well taken care off.”
“Thank you.” Draco says turning around and nuzzling Harry back.
30 April 2000
Harry growls as he prowls closer from across the room, "Come here." he grunts, and he pulls Draco in his arms.
"Harry," Draco shivers as Harry brushes his nose over the sensitive skin of Draco's neck. He arches his neck to give the Alpha more access as he becomes pliant in the Alpha's arms.
Harry groans, "I can't wait to breed my pup into you, Omega."
"Harry," Draco moans again, "I need you."
"Then show yourself to me." Harry releases Draco and takes a step back. He keeps his eyes firmly on Draco as he sits down on the armchair in his bedroom. Draco trembles at the loss of his Alpha's scent and his presence around him and takes a step forward towards him. Harry holds out his hand to make him stop in his track, "I said show me."
Draco shudders at the command in his Alpha's voice. He gives Harry a small nod and starts unbuttoning his shirt quickly. Harry unbuttons his trousers and takes out his large cock, he wraps his thick fingers around it and strokes it up and down slowly as he looks at Draco. Draco's eyes are focused on the movement as he eagerly sheds the rest of his clothing, wanting to obey his Alpha and be allowed to be close to him again as quickly as possible. When he's naked he kneels submissively in front of Harry. His hard cock leaking against his thigh.
Harry releases himself and leans forward to cup Draco's face in both his hands. He tilts Draco's head back so he can look into his eyes, "Are you ready to become mine, Draco?"
"Yes," Draco breathes.
"Get on the bed."
Draco gets to his feet and turns around to hurry to the bed, he can feel his slick dripping down his legs. He crawls on the bed and positions himself submissively, with his chest against the sheets and his bottom high in the air, to show Harry that he is ready to be claimed as his mate. He feels the Alpha’s hands brush over his thighs, before grabbing his hips. Draco moans softly when Harry’s thumbs draw soft circles the skin between his hips and his abdomen. Draco feels Harry’s nose brush over the back of his thighs as he inhales Draco’s heat scent as deeply as possible.
Harry moves his hands slightly so he can spread Draco’s cheeks apart. Harry laps at the sensitive skin of Draco’s hole, making Draco moan loudly. He flushes and pushes his head into the sheets to try and stifles the sounds Harry wrings from him.
Harry pulls back with a groan, “Merlin, Draco,” he says as he positions himself on his knees behind Draco. Harry tightens his hold on Draco’s hips and pushes his cock through his slick covered cheeks against Draco’s now slack rim. Draco whimpers softly widening his stance and pushing back against eager for more and Harry obliges, pressing in with a slow thrust. Harry groans loudly when he’s deeply imbedded in Draco’s body. He moves a hand up to Draco’s chest and pulls him up, his back pressed against Harry’s front. Harry pulls his cock back, leaving only his tip in Draco’s body, before thrusting back in. “So perfect for me.” Harry rasps in his ear.
Draco moans and reaches behind him to tangle his fingers in the hair on the back of Harry’s head. “Harry,” he gasps, as Harry tightens his grip on Draco’s hip and starts thrusting in earnest. He presses kisses over Draco’s neck, “You’re going to be so beautiful swollen with my pup, Draco.” Harry rasps. He moves his hand over Draco’s chest to grab his chin. He roughly moves Draco head to the side, “kiss me Draco.” That’s the only warning Draco gets before Harry’s lips are against his. Draco moans into Harry’s mouth and Harry presses his tongue forward, teasing Draco’s. Draco kisses him back with vigour tightening his hold on Harry’s hair.
“Harry,” Draco gasps again as he pulls his back from the kiss. He lets arms fall next to his body and leans his head back against Harry’s shoulder.
Harry growls tightening his grip on Draco’s hips with both his hands and presses sloppy kisses on Draco’s neck. “Draco,” he groans, biting Draco’s earlobe softly. His knot expands and presses against Draco’s rim. He holds Draco tight, his fingers probably leaving bruises against Draco’s skin, as Harry pushes his knot past the muscle. Draco arches his back and screws his eyes closed and his cock twitches as he comes. Harry bites down on the soft skin of Draco’s neck as he spills his seed inside of Draco.
“You’re mine now, Draco.” Harry breathes in Draco’s ear after he lays him carefully on the bed and pulls the sheets over them both. “Nothing and no one can separate us now.” Harry states. Draco breathes contentedly and settles against Harry’s warm chest. He feels safe and untouchable in Harry’s arms and can still feel the Alpha’s cock twitch inside his body as he drifts off to sleep.
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Epilogue
Ministry Christmas ball 24 December 2000
“Gawain,” Harry shakes the head aurors hand. “Mrs. Robards.”
“Please call me Mary.” Mrs. Robards gives Harry a bright smile. “I see congratulations are in order.”
“Thank you,” Harry softly caresses Draco’s swollen belly, his other still firm on the small of Draco’s back.
“How far along are you dear?” Mrs. Robards asks pressing her hand next to Harry’s.
“Thirty-four weeks.” Draco smiles politely.
“Oh, how exciting! It won’t be long now. Boy or girl?”
“We’re not sure yet.” Harry smiles, “We want to be surprised.”
“Well not to spoil anything, but from the way you’re carrying I can tell you’ll be having a boy.”
“Oh, well guess we shall see.” Draco says with a polite smile.
“I see the minister waving us over.” Harry says. “Gawain. Mary.” He nods to them both then leads Draco across the room to the Minister and his wife, where they have more or less the same conversation. Although Mrs. Shacklebolt is convinced Draco’s having a girl.
“How many more people are going to rub their hands over my belly?” Draco hisses in Harry’s ear after they’ve made their rounds through the room and are slowly dancing on the makeshift dancefloor.
Harry chuckles and presses a soft kiss on Draco’s temple. “They’re just excited.”
“Can’t they be excited without touching me.” Draco sneers, “Can we go sit down now? My feet are swollen and my back hurts.”
“Do you want to go home?” Harry stops moving and studies Draco’s face.
“I’m all right. I just want to sit down for a moment.” Draco says and Harry starts immediately leading him off the dancefloor to the chairs and tables set up for dinner. He quickly finds their seats and pulls out the chair and helps Draco sit down. “We can go home at any moment.” Harry sits down in the chair next to him positioning it, so he faces Draco.
“I know.”
“People wouldn’t mind if we left.” Harry takes one of Draco’s hands in his. “We can go to the floo right now.”
Draco rolls his eyes, but can’t help and smile as well, “I know, but I’m fine Harry. I promise.”
“Mr. Potter.” The familiar voice makes Draco stiffen and he presses his hands protectively against his belly.
“Mr. Nott.” Harry stands up and shakes Edward Nott’s hand.
“I see you’re the one who has taken my Omega from me.” Edward Nott says moving into Draco’s line of sight.
Harry places a protective hand on Draco’s shoulder. “I haven’t taken him from anyone. He belongs to me.”
“Just because he slipped through my fingers twice doesn’t make him yours.”
“Hmm, maybe not,” Harry musses, “but my pup inside him does.”
Edward Nott growls, turns on his heel and rushes away. Draco releases a nervous breath, “Don’t worry about him.” Harry says sitting back down. He presses a kiss on the corner of Draco’s mouth, “You are mine and he can’t ever do anything to chance that. You’re stuck with me.” He winks.
Draco puts his forehead against Harry’s and closes his eyes for a brief moment as he inhales the comforting scent of his mate. “Oomph,” Draco grunts when the pup inside him suddenly moves around wildly.
Harry chuckles, “Kicking again?” He presses a hand against Draco’s belly to feel their pup.
“Your child is definitely a Gryffindor.” Draco groans.
Harry laughs and presses a kiss on Draco’s temple. “Let’s just go home. So, you can put your feet up and rest, and I can pamper you.”
“Fine,” Draco relents, “but only because you insist. I’d be good to stay the rest of the night.”
“Of course, darling.” Harry says standing up and helping Draco off his chair. He holds Draco close as he leads him over to the fireplace and floos them home.
James Sirius Potter born 11 February 2001