Little omega

Ron Weasley was annoyed. Just plain annoyed, and the hand on his throat was not helping. He glared at the person. "Well,look at this. The little omega is trying to glare at me." He heard several laughs. ‘Just how egotistical are these alphas?’ The sound of footsteps suddenly echoed through the corridor. “What are you doing?”, a calm, familiar voice said. The person came just within view. Harry had his head cocked to one side, his dark green eyes locked on them.