Angelic was the word he would use.
Ethereal was the word she would use.
Looking at the Omega, most would argue that both words described him well. The Omega's skin was creamy and soft. He would describe it as silky soft. The Omega's eyes were gemstone green. She would describe his eyes as doe like. The Omega's hair was black, and it fell down his back in tight ringlet curls. He would describe his hair as perfect for pulling. The Omega's body was shapely and curvy. She would describe his hips as perfect for grabbing and bruising.
The Omega was angelic.
The Omega was ethereal.
He was Ron Weasely.
She was Hermione Granger.
Both Alphas.
The Omega was Harry Potter.
The object of both Alpha's affection.
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The apartment Ron and Hermione shared was nothing special. The walls were yellow once white. The television glitched every once in a while as an old sitcom played in the background. Stains covered the rug, and the couch was the only thing that kept it in place. Said couch was old and tattered, and more often than not, a spring was stabbing one body part or another.
Marijuana was a potent smell in the living room. After all, both Alphas were slouched against the couch, enjoying the high that was overcoming them. Both were barely dressed, and each had a joint and a beer.
Harry had been invited to the intoxication session but had turned them down. Rather, the Omega was out shopping with his mama, Regulus Black. Both Alphas were sure Harry had not told the other Omega about the invitation. If he had, it was an almost certain fact that neither would be living. Regulus and James were very protective of their only Omega baby.
"I wish Harry were here," Ron slightly slurred before taking a large gulp of his beer.
Hermione sighed, "I'd love to see that ass right now."
"I'd let him suffocate me with that pillow," Ron responded, to which Hermione snorted in agreement.
"I can't think of a better way to go," Hermione laughed, taking in another drag from her joint.
"His hips are even better," Ron argued, thinking of his best friends body. Over the years, he had placed his hands on the Omegas hips. They had gone to prom together as friends one year, and he went with Hermione the other. However, he had never grabbed Harry's hips. He never used them as handles to pull him closer, but he wanted to.
"Don't get me started," Hermione groaned, "I don't know how he doesn't have a zip code for hips that wide."
"Big hips, tiny hands," Ron noted, trying to think of all the different body parts of the Omega he has seen.
"His waist is just as small," Hermione said in a sing-song voice. "I could wrap my hands around his waist, and my fingers would overlap by at least an inch."
"That's not saying much," Ron snickered, "your hands are fucking massive."
"Well these massive hands have zipped a lot of dresses for him," Hermione chuckled with a sly look on her face.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Ron questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"He seems to have favor in baby pink, lacey panties. Zipping those dresses, I've gotten a few eye fulls," Hermione said as if she had said something with leverage.
"That's nothing," Ron snorted, "once we went to this sketchy store. He wanted a specific dress they had, but was too scared to Rey it on alone on the dressing room. He told me not to look, but there was no way not to."
"Lucky bastard," Hermione groaned, "not that it matters much. The most either of us is gonna get right now is a good glance at the panty line he gets in those super tight leggings."
"Lucky is whoever Regulus gives the key to Harry's virginity too," Ron snorted, "also known as the Alpha who has to marry into the Potter family."
"I love Harry," Hermione explained, "but his family is a nightmare. His three Alpha sisters have wanted nothing more than to bloody me since I called Harry hot five years ago. His Alpha brother has hit me a couple of times."
"Can you imagine James as a father in law?" Ron asked, not even worried about Harry's younger siblings.
"That man has never not glared at me," Hermione noted as she chugged back some beer.
"Either way," Ron said matter of factly, "Harry is one sexy little bitch."
"Fifty bucks says I can get him to kiss me," Hermione challenges, and Ron laughs out loud.
"There's a better chance of me kissing him than you," Ron challenged.
"Do we have a bet?"
"Fuck yes we do."
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"This place smells terrible," Harry said the following day as he entered his best friends apartment.
"Beer and weed," Hermione said, sending him a strained smile. Harry chuckled as he watched her start to clean up the mess her and Ron had caused the night before.
"You guys are silly," Harry smiled as he entered further. He made his way to the kitchen where Ron was eating burnt bacon he had made himself.
"Have some problems?" Harry asked as he snagged a piece from the plate. It was the least burnt of them all.
"No," Ron lied. Harry giggled, seing right through his silly attempts to fool him. They had been friends way too long for such nonsense.
"Anyways, I can't stay long," Harry said as he grabbed a ginger ale from the fridge, "I am going out with Dean tonight."
Dean was a fellow Omega they had gone to school with. He was tall for an Omega, and despite societal norms, he leaned towards more masculinity than most Omegas. It is a polar opposite to Harry, who loved glitter and pretty things. Although Dean did like some pretty things.
"You guys want some company?" Ron questioned as Harry cracked open his can.
"Trust me," Harry said seriously, "you do not want to join, and I love you, bestie, but no thanks."
"Your loss."
Harry snorted, "I don't think so."
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"You look stunning," Dean said as he marveled at the other Omega. Anyone would agree. A tight black dress hugged his body, the neckline climbing up his throat. White pearls contrasting and adding elegance. His wrists have the same effect on the long black sleeves. Black red bottoms on his feet. He was elegant, and he was stunning.
"I needed to make sure I was worthy of you wining and dining," Harry told him with a subuctive smile. He placed his small hand on the bigger Omegas chest and getting real close. Dean chuckled and placed his hands on Harry's hips.
"You would look worthy in just your underwear," Dean consoled, lowering his hands in search of a panty line but did not find one.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you," Harry smirked, biting his lip.
"I'd like to know what's under your dress now," Dean informed, assuming the answer was nothing or a thong.
"Maybe later, if you behave," Harry teased, "but first dinner. I am starving and want some meat."
"Baby, I can give you some meat," Dean taunted. Harry knew, Omega or not, Dean was well endowed.
"Dinner first!" Harry pressured, pulling the laughing Omega behind him as he headed towards Dean's pickup truck.
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Dinner was as wonderful as Harry had imagined. Dean had truly romanced him well and good. They had laughed over dinner with smiles. Harry felt like the princess his mama and daddy had always told him he was.
Now they sat parked by the water in the front seat of the pickup truck. The center console was up, leaving three seats in the front. Harry was laid across two with his head on Dean's lap, and his feet up on the dash still clad in his high heels. A cigarette being shared between the two of them.
"Your dad is gonna kill me if he smells cigarettes on you," Desn joked with some truth.
"Mama is the one you should be afraid of," he informs with a smirk. "Doesn't matter, though, since I'm not planning on going home tonight."
"You'll hear no opposition from me," Dean laughed, placing his hand on the smaller Omega's thigh. Sliding it up and rolling the hem up his dres up.
"Good," Harry stated firmly, "because this dress is not coming off until I am laying in a bed like the proper pillow princess that I am."
"Well, princess," Dean began, "we better get going."
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"I had the best night of my life!" Harry exclaimed, entering his Alpha best friends apartment.
"All your Omega shit fun?" Ron asked with a smirk.
"Yes, but I don't know if I'd call it that," Harry said with a sly look.
"What would you call it?" Hermione asked, curious.
"Omega fucking," Harry said and watched as Ron spit out his drink.
"What?" Hermione exclaimed. Both looked shocked in response. It was a bit odd.
"I went on a date," Harry spoke slowly, "I had a good time. So I had sex. Why is this shocking?"
"The Omega part is the shocker," Hermione said after a moment. Both needed to regain their composure.
"Why?" Harry questioned, "I told you guys I liked Omegas two years ago. Last night was my six month anniversary with Dean. I literally told you I was going out with him. Do you guys not listen to me?"
"Your a slick slut?" Ron blurted out, regretting his words.
"Excuse me," Harry snapped, frustrated. "First of all, call me a slut again and your dick will be so far up your ass you will never piss again. Second, I told you guys I liked Omegas. Good to know I'm not worth listening to."
"It's not that, Harry," Hermione tried to defend, "you are just you. Sexy and perfect for breeding. How could an Omega satisfy you?"
"You know what," Harry said angry, "fuck you. Fuck both of you. Years of friendship and you guys talk to me like I'm an object and don't know basic facts about me. Don't call me unless it's to apologize."
Harry stormed out, leaving the Alphas alone in silence.
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"I can not believe them," Harry expressed as he entered Dean's house.
The Omega had a small two bedroom home. He did well in his job and was able to buy young, even if it was small. It was comfortable and a place Harry could stay all the time. The scent pulls him in and brings him peace.
"What's wrong, princess?" Dean asked as he exited the bathroom, only a towel on.
Harry was in a small trance.
"We can deal with that later," he muttered, "for now, get back in the damn shower. I need your hands on me as soon as possible."
"Your wish is my command," Dean laughed with a bow.
"Come on," Harry said, urging his boyfriend back into the bathroom.
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Hermione and Ron should not have been surprised when a knock was on their door and five Potter's stood on the other side.