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The prospect of Draco presenting as an omega was not something he ever worried his pretty head about. After all his father was an omega—albeit a hidden one— and what an omega he was, if he could be at least half as intimidating as his father he wouldn’t give a rat's arse if he presented as such.
He wouldn’t have thought any less of himself and it wouldn’t have been the end of the world, except that The Dark Lord wasn’t happy with him being one, and if he wasn’t happy with him then he was royally fucked because apparently he couldn't perform tasks for him as well as a beta or alpha would.
He hid behind his mother when it was suggested that he spent the next heat breeding little purebloods to pay back for his fathers mistakes and imprisonment.
Luckily, his mother refused, saying that Draco was to stay untouched until marriage-ew, he was too beautiful to tie the knot with anyone anytime soon. He was a romantic at heart, he haven’t been close with anyone, not even his parents, so one day he would start thinking about marriage, he wanted to have an alpha, but first he wanted to be courted and go on dates with an someone of his and his parents choosing.
The old pureblood custom of marriage before loss of virginity saved him, thankfully, the Dark Lord agreed that breeding without marriage would have been improper.
That day three grown men offered their hands in marriage, and countless their children’s hands in marriage, it still wasn't that bad, he was lucky in a way that the Dark Lord didn’t enjoy the company of male omegas.
Throughout the summer, Draco developed quite impressive skills in locking charms and created his own (with a little help from his mother) wards around his room to make sure no one would catch him off guard when he was asleep.
His mother ordered the same scent blockers and suppressants as Lucius used his whole life, and if something costed one thousand galleons per 150 ml vial then you better believe it would be good, it cancelled every omega function in his body.
By the time he had to go back to Hogwarts no one could catch a whiff of his scent anymore, he didn't have a heat this month and whilst touching himself down there he didn't produce any slick- not like he was planning on anyone getting into his privates but it was still good to make sure. Fingering yourself as an omega without producing any slick felt very alien, like something that was supposed to be there to make everything easier but it was gone now until he decided to have his heats again.
He smelled and had the biology of an average beta.
And that was good, because he couldn't let his omega nature distract him from accomplishing his goals. He also had something to prove.
Draco greatest disappointment this year was the Dark Lord not agreeing that he was worthy of being a Death Eater and it was only because of his second gender, he was sure he was going to get a Dark Mark now that his father was gone before returning to finish his schooling, but the Dark Lord thought different, and he would be stupid to go against his word.
He was a schoolboy omega desperate to prove himself so his family would return to the Dark Lords graces— Dark Lord threatened his family, thought they were weak and incompetent because of his father, who was currently stuck in Azkaban because of Potter and him being a 'lesser gender', it was left to Draco to prove to him that they weren’t. He received a chance, a chance for his family to be treated with due respect again.
All he had to do was obey the orders and against his beliefs- kill the headmaster.
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His mother kissed him on the cheek while they waited for the express, nuzzling her nose against the spot softly, it was a thing she developed when he presented as an Omega, apparently it was an alpha parent's instinct to put some scent on their child, to scare off anyone who wanted to cause them harm.
“Mother.” Draco scoffed, turning his head to the side discretely to make her stop being over-affectionate. “Not in public!” He stressed, but it did feel nice and his mother smelled the best, but still— not in public.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I just can’t help it. You’ve just presented and it’s your first year as an omega, I don’t want someone to-“
“Mother- Salazar help me....” He stopped her, dreading to have this conversation again, but she continued.
“Don’t have sex, Draco. If someone bothers you go to Severus, he knows.”
“Ah yes. Of course, I will keep that in mind”.
Who did his mother take him for? A weak omega who couldn't shoo a suitor away? He was the bully, always, no one was going to threaten or bully him.
If someone would dare do him harm, he would make his parents sue the school on his behalf, so he would get the money, then, he would make whoever touched him go to Azkaban, tell his mother to pay the judge for a longer sentence... and before that happened he would get Greg and Vincent to beat them up.
Speaking of the two- Greg and Vincent, who both presented as two Alphas came rushing to him when they spotted him. He beckoned to his mother with his head shortly.
”Goodbye-“ He began but his mother cut him off.
”I’m sure your father explained to you that there will be temptations but you’re a strong boy-“
“Mother!” He pressed affronted, eyes wide. “Who do you take me for?”
The alpha sighed, reaching a hand to put it on his cheek, letting it travel down to her sons scent gland on his neck to scent him some more, pulling it away when Draco was once again about to tell her off for that.
“Well, I will be seeing you….” His voice grew quieter, and he didn’t finish the sentence because he realised he won’t be seeing his mother until end of year at the very least, by his own choosing, he didn’t want to go back home for any holidays if he could avoid it, not if there was a possibility Dumbledore would still to be alive, then he wouldn’t be only metaphorically fucked, he was sure The Dark Lord would give him to the ugliest and oldest Death Eater to punish him.
If his father wasn't locked in Azkaban he wouldn't let anyone treat his family this way, his mother was more nurturing for an Alpha, letting her mate run the house and everything else without second thoughts and it was his authority that scared people into respect. His mother was always on the sidelines, looking after the two of them.
He wished his father was here to make everything better as he always did.
There wasn’t a point of thinking about it, if there was someone who could figure out how to get rid of Dumbledore it was definitely someone as clever as him.
“I hope you stay well.” He whispered instead.
His mothers eyes flashed, then they glistered, with last befitting nods of their heads Draco turned and walked to his friends before his mother would do something ridiculous like hugging him around so many people.
Greg and Vincent were chatting about Quidditch as he approached them, he greeted them with another customary head nod.
And they fell silent.
Draco knew that it was their first time in the presence of an omega.
“I thought you would smell better.” Greg blurted out, Vincent hit him on the shoulder. “I can’t smell a thing, to be honest.”
“He is wearing suppressants!”
“What’s that?”
“I don’t know… Oh, wait, for suppressing the smell.” Well, at least they kept a hushed tone about it.
“No.” He scoffed, preparing himself for yet another explanation. “Scent blockers block the scent, yes?” He asked patiently, they nodded. “So that’s that. Suppressants are for my heat.” And Salazar did he need them, his first heat was the most lonely, painful and empty experience he ever went through, he wondered if it was as bad with ruts, he surely couldn’t imagine it being worse.
There was an instant reaction at the mention of a heat, the big alphas both straightened, and puffed up, like they wanted to make sure Draco noticed that they were tall and big.
There was a moment of awkward silence as they deflated.
“Carry my suitcase in, one of you.” Draco grunted as he pulled it closer for grabs.
“You always make us carry your stuff.” Vincent whined, then sighed but at the end took the suitcase when Greg made no move to do so.
He always did, that’s why now it wouldn’t look weird if he continued, also he never carried his stuff, and he wasn't going to start now.
“Actually, it would be improper of you to not carry it, seeing as I’m an omega now and all, you should have been the ones to offer.” Draco was going to use the omega-card every time he was too lazy to do something himself now.
After all, being the ‘lesser’ gender had to have some perks at the very least.
And then Draco smelled it, the scent of air right after a storm sharp and piercing, contrasting with the warm, comforting smell of an apple pie… like returning from a Quidditch practice in rain and eating his favourite desert whilst snugly tucked under a blanket, warmed up by heating charms. That was the most delicious and electrifying smell the omega had scented so far, and he needed to know who it belonged to, because he needed to have that person-
He was about to whip his head around, but he froze in his tracks, head already halfway turned when the owner of the amazing smell spoke.
Of course, Potter would fucking be an alpha- ‘besting’ him in the eyes of society yet again, and he had an insanely compatible scent with him, that blasted sod.
“What the- Merlin.” The mind boggled voice of Potter came from close behind him, he was sniffing at the air then, audibly, like some kind of animal, nostrils flaring to get more of the scent in. “What the hell, what- what is that smell?”
“What smell?” Hermione Granger asked from next to him, as of right now she seemed to be just a beta, or a proper late bloomer.
“This is so bloody weird but- but-“ Draco knew he was sniffing the air again and there was no way Potter could smell him through all the expensive blockers, so he must have been talking about someone else, surely. “Someone here smells so good.” His voice got so low it sounded like if he found the owner of the scent he would have devoured them.
Potter was aroused at the smell of some random omega with an amazing smell.
The thought upset Draco's stomach because it dropped just at the idea.
He spun around on his heel against his better judgement or reason, he was determined to get Potters attention away from the mysterious owner of such good scent.
He smirked coyly, tilting his head gently to the side, nose high. “Well, well, who- who.... do we have here?” He somehow managed to finish the sentence, even though he faltered in the middle because at the sound of his voice Potter whipped his head in his direction, and Draco had a chance to really take him in.
How was it possible that through this one summer the sod had such a growth spurt? Draco wasn’t short for an omega, his father wasn’t short at all either, they had good genes carefully crafted throughout generations, but here he was, around the same height as Potter, he honestly couldn’t tell who was taller, but it took the words out of his mouth, and he could only stare.
The latter was still slim, but he was broader and his posture was more sure, his features were sharper, harder, and he definitely didn’t have a problem gaining muscle now, he was growing into a beautiful alpha.
Not a prim and proper, always perfect alpha like Blaise or other purebloods he knew, but a rough around the edges one. Draco was staring- he had to stop staring, Godrick be damned- no, no, no, no he was already whipped.
Vincent and Greg were always towering over everyone, he didn’t know that being an Alpha automatically made you go from a short minion to- to whatever this was.
Potters wide eyes morphed as he furrowed his brows, realizing, disappointed that it was just him. “Not now Malfoy.” He made to turn around.
“You presented as an Alpha, I see, you must be really happy with yourself, don’t you, presenting as an alpha and locking my father in Azkaban-"
"He tried to kill me." He rolled his eyes dismissively, Draco seethed at being interrupted, he was going to get him for that.
"-always having the best.” He spat. “You must think you’re so lucky. Luck is all going for you- no smarts, no skill, no money....”
Potter didn’t say anything, but he kept looking.
“Better watch out, your luck might soon run out too."
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Draco tripped Weasley with a lazy foot as he passed by the Slytherin table at dinner, the latter fell face first onto the ground with a grunt, the croissant he had shoved in his mouth to take a bite flew out on impact, going under the adjacent Ravenclaw table.
Draco, Greg, Vincent and Pansy began laughing their asses off while the ginger boy made a pained noise, pulling himself up, but he must have really smacked his face in because he struggled to catch his balance, managing to get up but dizzily enough that Draco wouldn't have been surprised if he face planted again.
They watched how Blaise Zabini- who as per usual was sitting with them to be with other purebloods but mostly minding his own business - stood up slowly and helped the ginger boy with a hand on the small of his back and the other wrapped around his arm to steady him until his head cleared.
“You alright?” He asked softly.
Draco's and Pansy's mouth opened agape, Blaise Zabini wasn't nice, how did they know? Because he wasn’t nice to them, he talked with them sporadically, but they weren't even friends after years of knowing each other, they had to be acquaintances because they were rich purebloods, but that’s about it, in general, he was actually quite rude and ignorant, he definitely didn't care to help people like he just did with Weasley.
Weasley raised a brow at the Slytherin, nodding curtly before turning to Draco and showing the alpha to let go of him.
Blaise did, putting his hands behind his back, but he kept observing the weasel for some reason.
“You tripped me!”
Draco lifted a brow. “Proof?”
“I know you did, you wanker.” Weasley pressed his lips together, his nose and forehead red from where it collided, he couldn’t find anything else to say, and nearly turned to leave but Draco decided to torment him more before he got out of earshot.
“Going to sue me now? Oh, wait, no. You can’t sue without money. I could trip you down astronomy tower stairs and you wouldn't the able to do anything about it.”
Pansy, just like Draco did before, threw one leg over the sitting bench, lifting her skirt high enough to expose her knee, presenting her 5K galleon, real black dragon hide (illegal now) branded school shoes.
“If you polish this, I will give you enough to sue Draco, if Salazar forbid, you do ‘accidentally’ fall down those long stairs....and survive.”
“A friendly competition, I like it.” Draco nodded to himself, chuckling.
“Very funny.” Weasley mumbled, getting redder and redder on the face as the small group of Slytherins giggled to themselves.
“How many times- nobody gives a shit that you’re rich, Malfoy.” Potter, followed by Granger popped out of nowhere, irritated to the point of Draco's surname ripping a growl out of him.
That sound was… wow. Draco's whole spine vibrated, he balled his fists on his lap to not answer with some kind of pathetic mewl at the anger directed at him.
And then, he made himself smaller on instinct when his group- that also included Blaise, as he was an alpha in their pack and couldn't control his protective side when one of them was being threatened, growled back in warning for Potter to back off.
“Oh for fucks sake.” Draco turned to Goyle and Vincent. “I told you to stop doing that.” The two would growl at the stupidest things like dropping a spoon and the likes and it was grating at his nerves.
“But-“ Vincent began in an apologetic tone, Draco lifted a silencing hand.
“Stuff it. Did I or did I not say that I don’t want to hear any growling around myself?”
“It’s hard to control.” Greg defended for the hundredth time.
“It is hard to control.” Blaise also added as he sat back down after Weasley moved towards his group of friends.
“Wait, you’re bothered by that?” Granger asked, Draco scowled, why was she even talking to him?
Instead of answering, he glared to show his distaste towards her but then decided that even looking at her for too long was beneath him.
“Better watch out Malfoy, you might end up an Omega.” Potter teased.
Draco frowned, not liking that he was being teased about it because it was what he already was, and he knew what everyone thought of Omegas, that’s why he was hiding his second gender. “There is nothing wrong with that.”
Potter’s brows rose comically high, eyes wide. Granger and Weasley looked just as confused. “No?” Granger hit her friend gently. “Shit, no, of- of course there isn’t anything wrong with being an omega.” Potter groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I just thought that you would-“
“No need to explain yourself to me, of course I'm not surprised, I can only imagine the disgusting, filthy things that would be going through the mind of a half-blood alpha like you about omegas, horrific.” Pansy backed him up with a gagging sound.
He said it just to say something, but otherwise he knew that Greg and Vincent were proper perverts whilst being pure bloods, guessing by all the crusty tissues Draco found all over their dorm room after the two presented, how their dicks didn’t fall off from all that wanking was beyond him.
He had to remind them that vanishing and cleaning spells existed, otherwise he would not have made it long with the strong scent of two alphas cum-soaked tissues all over what was supposed to be his safe space, rooming with so many alphas was just ridiculous, but it serves him right for hiding his gender from the Headmaster.
Potter squinted at him. “Because all of you are saints.”
He neither confirmed nor denied the possibility of having improper sexual fantasises about omegas and it made Draco feel some kind of way.
And then the Gryffindor alpha sniffed, perking up and immediately looking all over the Slytherin table and adjacent Ravenclaw table to find the source of the scent.
“I can smell it again.” Completely forgetting about Draco, he turned to look at Hermione and Weasley, who also seemed keen on finding who he was looking for.
Weasley rolled his eyes. “Um right, sorry to rain on your parade like that. But if that perfect person you’re looking for is in Slytherin, they are hardly perfect, then.”
Draco had to hold back an irritated growl of his own, he didn’t like what was going on right now, not one bit.
“Having the good old chinwag? How about you piss off now, I have been through-fully amused with Weasley tripping over his brothers too big hand me down shoes, you may leave now.”
Weasley stepped closer to him, Draco squirmed the tiniest bit away, trying his best to pretend he wasn't scared of a fight if one arose, how dare a bottom feeder like Weasley threaten him like so. “You tripped me-“
“Ron, don’t start. Let’s go.” Granger stopped him from starting anything, they spun around and began walking back to the Gryffindor table.
Potter hovered around a while longer until they were gone.
“Listen, leave Ron alone or else-“
“What?” Draco cut him off for the sake of annoying him, sneering, Potter’s eyes flashed red in frustration only to turn back to green immediately after. “What are you going to do? Nothing at all, because if you do there will be serious consequences.”
“I’m not scared of getting a detention, Malfoy. I will have you know I have bigger problems than that.”
“Oh, poor Potter.” He hissed, throwing his leg around the bench again to sit properly and turn back to the table, showing Potter he was the one to end the conversation and not the other way around. In reality, he could annoy him for days on end and it would still give him sick pleasure. “So busy reading fan mail?”
“…. I honestly don’t care what you think I'm doing in my spare time, I only have one thing to say-“
“You have been dismissed but you’re still here, so you must care.” Draco pointed out, pretending his salad was very interesting as he pushed it around in the bowl.
Potter made a frustrated noise, nearly a sigh but apparently he couldn’t help to add a pissed off, harsh tang to it- a nice sound Draco had to admit.
“Ron has been acting really….” He sighed, rubbing the back of his nape. “Emotional and argumentative this past month and this is the third time you-“
“No wonder, he is about to have his first heat.” Blaise informed him casually, they both snapped their head to look at him.
“You what?” Potter blinked.
“He will present anytime now, I would recommend visiting a healer soon, otherwise he might be in trouble if he goes into heat out and about.”
Potter looked like he didn’t understand the simple words being said. “What?” His words were slow, and he paused, speechless before continuing. “He will have a what?”
“A heat.” Draco pressed, he was a bit offended, the latter looked like he was about to hurl, like Weasley presenting as an Omega was the worst thing in the world. Like he really thought being an Omega was a bad thing.
“And how would you know?”
Blaise smirked, nearly predatory, showing his sharp canines off. “I can smell it.”
“Are you taking a piss? I can’t smell anything.“ Blaise shrugged, indicating that was the end of the conversation, Potter frowned with a little shake of his head and stalked off to join his friends at the feast.
Draco leaned over towards Blaise. "Are you pulling his leg?"
Blaise shook his head, Weasley did look a bit out of sorts today, but Draco and Potter would be able to smell if Weasley was indeed an omega, he couldn't afford suppressants or scent blockers, so he would have to be open with his second gender, unlike Draco.
"Oh no, Ron Weasley will surely present as an Omega." He said, sure of himself, Draco frowned.
"How do you know that?"
"I don't know, but I can smell him already.... he won't afford heat suppressants, which means I will have the opportunity to-"
Dracos expression turned murderous at the implication, and he warned Blaise from finishing that sentence.
The alpha smirked, undeterred when he continued. “-help him and make a good impression.”
Draco’s shoulders slumped, Blaise would have to leave their circle if he finished this sentence in a way that he didn’t like.
"I know Omegas are a rarity but are you really so desperate you would go for a Weasley? He is poor." He reminded him, as if Blaise didn't know as much.
"Not for long if he has any brains. Do you know how many pureblood omegas there are in Britain right now, that we know of?"
As far as everyone knew, it was only Blaise's mother- who became a billionaire after presenting as a pureblood omega and marrying into fortune seven times instead of hiding her gender like so many others had, Draco knew there was him and his father, but no one knew about his father, when it came to him only The Dark Lord’s closest circle knew he was one. "Your mother."
"Yes, and now him. If he has any smarts about him, he will marry rich."
Draco laughed. "Weasley is a proper idiot."
Pansy confirmed. “Yes, not only is he filthy poor, but an imbecile as well, I can't see him going far in life, just like his parents."
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Draco didn't like Weasley, he didn't like him one bit. But he did check in with his mother who checked with St.Mungos on how much the cheapest heat suppressants and scent blockers costed, to see if Weasley would be able to afford them.
There was a reason there wasn't a lot of Omega's around and that was because only middle class or higher families could afford to send their omega offspring's to get their education in a public setting, most often than not they were home-schooled. Scent blockers were barely affordable, with them being four hundred galleons per 100 ml of perfumes- cheapest, the cheapest heat suppressant was at around a 125 hundred galleons per potion, and they were a one time use, he would need around five hundred galleons each month for suppressants. And it was the kind of suppressants that only made the symptoms more manageable and didn't stop the heat entirely, so it was just a waste of money.
Weasley was either going to drop out of Hogwarts entirely if he had any brain cells to avoid getting harassed- and he doubted his mother was educated enough to be able to do home-schooling, or he would have to be the only single and smelly omega in Hogwarts who would also be forced to have heats in the hospital wing.
Honestly, that sounded like a horror story to a fellow omega.
He wasn't convinced if he should try and help, until he stumbled upon the trio arguing on top of the stairs days later in one of the many corridors leading to the Grand Staircase, he hid behind a suit of Armour, who he had to show to be quiet.
"I don't care what some Slytherin prat told you, I think I would know if I was feeling fucking weird!" Ron shouted at Potter, storming in the direction of his next class with the two following after him "I'm not going to be a bloody omega! I don't feel like a bitch in heat! No one in my family has ever been an omega!"
"Ron, there is nothing wrong in being an omega-" Granger tried to admonish him for his word choices.
"Oh don't start with me on this now. I know there isn't, doesn't mean I want to be one!" He turned towards the two, glowering. "Everyone in my family has always been betas or sometimes we would have an alpha, I feel perfectly fine!"
"Wouldn't hurt to go and see Madam Pomfrey about it, would it." Potter grumbled, shutting up when Ron gave him an offended look.
"Tell him, Harry." Granger motioned, the brunet sighed. "Well, go on!"
"Fine." Potter glared at Granger for rushing him. "I can smell you, that's why I said something... I thought Zabini was just having a laugh, but today... I'm sure you will go into- into heat-" He grimaced saying the word. "Any day now. You should go get yourself checked."
Weasley stared. "You can smell my what?"
Potter grimaced even harder, and it must have been a wild thing, being able to smell your best mates incoming heat- something so intimate. "Heat."
Weasley went red in the face, Draco wasn't sure if it was from anger or embarrassment, he could guess it was both. "What the hell, what is wrong with you!" And he ran away, Potters eyes flashed red, and he was about to give chase when Granger grabbed him by the arm to stop him.
"What?" He growled at her, but as a beta it didn't affect her as much as it affected Draco, the hold he had on his book bag tightened.
"What are you trying to do?" She asked, Potter looked from her towards where Weasley ran off to, eyes a bit wild.
"Merlin, Hermione. I don't know what's going on with me, I-I just need to make sure he is fine. What if he goes into heat now? What if he needs my help? I need-" Draco cursed himself for his weak thoughts, he thought that it was quite endearing, what Potter just said. Like he needed to protect his vulnerable friend.
"You can't help it?"
"Yes, being an alpha is bloody weird, I don't like it, sometimes... I can't control my own body... the instincts just take over and... if someone would hurt Ron, I think I would rip them apart."
Yes, this was a good moment for Draco to excuse himself, because he definitely was getting turned on, he couldn't control his body reactions either, if not for the suppressants his pants would have been wet by now. It was the way Potter said it, like he meant it, and he was scared of himself, sweet Salazar, now he was getting turned on by Potter and caring for his stupid omega friend.
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"Is this your idea of a joke?" Came Weasley's thundering voice, the group of Slytherins jumped, surprised as a heavy bag cluttered onto the middle of the table.
Draco nearly slapped the ungrateful bastard, them potions and scent blockers costed him five thousand galleons taken out of his father’s vaults behind his back, they would last Weasley at least the next few upcoming months, that was if he didn't break the vials.
For a second Draco thought that Weasley was shouting at him, but he was facing Zabini, who looked at the bag of suppressants incredulously.
"What's this?" He asked, reaching for it and examining the contents. "It's not from me."
"Yeah right! Listen here, mate, I don't know what your problem is but you have to stop going around telling my friends I'm a sodding omega!" He was loud, students who sat close by turned to watch the argument. "I don't want your stupidly expensive gifts either."
Pansy cackled, clapping. "You bought him heat suppressants? That's next level commitment! Just brilliant!" She kept laughing.
"This is not funny!" Weasley thundered, Potter and Granger arrived at the scene to hear what was going on, in case their friend was being picked on again. "I don't need them stuff, and I for sure don't want a boyfriend, just drop it!"
"This is not from me." Blaise remained calm, folding the bag neatly before setting it in front of the ginger boy. "But I definitely suggest you take it."
Draco jumped in the conversation. "This is some high quality stuff that you could never dream of affording, so you better just take them, Weasley." He wanted it to sound like he was making fun of him still, he managed a chuckle, the trio glared at him.
"What is in the bag?" Potter asked anyone who could answer.
"Zabini brought me heat suppressants and scent blockers!" Weasley growled.
Potter looked at the bag like it was some kind of treasure. "Really? Why?" His voice was strained, like he wanted to reach and take the bag but restrained from it because he didn't want to take anything from them.
Whatever, if Weasley didn't want them Draco will just have a stash for later.
"They are playing a joke on me!"
"No, the smell of your heat is very intense, surely you can already feel it." Zabini supplied and it was true, today even Draco could smell the faint scent of an omega soon to have his first heat.
Weasley needed those potions and a safe place to stay, otherwise he would simply get raped by the first alpha who smells him, at this point it was stupid of Weasley to pretend like he didn't feel it, he couldn't be this far in denial.
When Draco was about to present it was his mother who was able to smell it first, and she locked him in his room, but he could feel something coming for days, it was as if he was slowly heating up from the inside, and on the day right before he was burning.
"Weasley, you should either accept the gift, whoever it is from or find yourself a partner to help you through it." Zabini then smirked. "I would be interested in helping you out."
Zabini had some balls to say that out loud and stay cool whilst Potter practically glowered at him from behind his friend for saying that.
Ron's cheeks went as bright red as a tomato. "What?!" He squawked. "No way!"
"If you don't want to then that's even better, because I want to court you first." He announced to the omega as per customs.
Draco didn't know what Zabini saw in him, even if he was an omega, he was still Weasley, no manners, no money, and he wasn't even good-looking. His friend’s grin turned predatory again. "But as I said, if you get lonely, I would rather you come to me than anyone else."
“Ron.” Potter jumped in, putting a claiming hand on Weasley’s shoulder when the latter was too much of a stuttering, embarrassed mess to refuse Zabini straight away. He pulled the omega behind himself and towards the exit of the great hall. “Let’s go, don’t listen to him.”
The latter gasped, still red as he turned around, letting his friend guide him. “I wasn’t! No-” He bit his lip, shaking his head vehemently as he stared at Potter, eyes wide. “Seriously I wasn’t- wasn’t planning to-“
“I-I-I-“ Pansy teased him, her voice high-pitched and then she laughed, Greg and Vincent laughing with her, Blaise gave his friends a look and all three of them shut up.
Draco pursued his lips, it was now or the whole plan was over. “Potter!” He shouted, sneering when the alpha turned to glare at him. “Come here a sec.” He motioned, against his better judgement Potter let Weasley go on his own and stalked back over to them. “Don’t forget the bag! Merlin knows Weasley can’t afford his own, you wouldn’t want your friend to get in 'trouble' for being a clueless idiot now, it would be his own fault.”
Potter looked like he was ready to break his face in, his gaze so strong.
At the end he grabbed the bag. “You’re a prick. You don’t want to push me any harder, stay away from Ron.” He truly did sound disappointed, admonishing even and went away before Draco's stupid omega instinct could do something stupid like apologizing.
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Potions class always consisted of finishing his potion before Granger managed to finish her own, making sure that whilst he rushed he still managed to make it better than hers. Potions was the only class he could really show he was better than the girl, and he always managed to rub it in.
Since Slughorn became the potions' teacher, the lesson was less enjoyable than it used to, not with the older man not paying him any mind, not appreciating the talent he had, praising Potter- who somehow managed to learn how to make proper potions this year- instead, pointedly ignoring real skill.
Draco knew he was the best in class at potions, and he always made sure to raise his hand if Slughorn asked for a volunteer to make something or answer a question.
Usually, Slughorn picked anyone but him, today however, no one except him and Granger cared to offer assistance.
“Mr. Malfoy! Can you tell me what this potion is?” He passed Draco a vial, he uncorked it with interest, though just by the colour he was able to take an easy guess.
If by any chance he didn’t know before, one sniff was enough to make his head spin and legs go weak, he forced himself to keep standing and his voice to stay strong.
“Uh, Amortentia, Professor.” He shared, there was an uproar about the potion all over the room as everyone was able to smell the scent of their other halves.
Draco quickly put the cork back on, he knew that Potter smelled good, but he thought it was just scent compatibility, not even attraction, because he was too good for a half-blood alpha, especially the one The Dark Lord was after.
“Very good, very good.” He nodded dismissively. “And how does it smell?”
Draco shifted, clutching the vial to his chest, he wanted to pour that potion all over his bed and clothes, to have that smell all over him at any time of the day, his cock stirred.
He straightened up. “U-um, I would rather not say.” He could feel his face heating up, and he spared a glance towards Potter’s station, he was eyeing him and the vial with interest, like all the other students.
“Don’t be shy, boy.”
”I’m not shy…” Draco mumbled, grimacing.
”You’re a fellow beta, so you can’t tell how your other half smells. This is a great chance for you to share it, perhaps they are in this class. Contrary to beliefs, betas also have a specific scent to them, but it can only be smelled by trained noses.” He smiled to the beta students all over the class. "I thought this will be a fun experience that might help some of you find your mates quicker."
Draco scowled. “I said I don’t want to, didn’t I? Can’t you hear properly?” He snapped, way too defensive. “You are the most unprofessional potions teacher I-“
“That will be enough!” Slughorn raised his hands in surrender. “Detention, 20 points taken from Slytherin.”
Draco widened his eyes, he never ever got detention in potions. “Me not wanting to share such personal information about my mate shouldn’t result in a detention.” If he wasn’t so gutted about the detention, he would have felt embarrassed about calling Potter his mate.. he didn’t even like him for his personality! Not to mention, Potter could have a completely different scent than his, because Amortentia wasn't full-proof, it could change. “How dare you think I will let this slide-“
“I apologise for pushing your boundaries, however it’s not about what you said Mr. Malfoy, it’s about how you said it. I will not tolerate this kind of behaviour in my classroom, from anyone.” Some students who Draco must have bullied in past giggled at the disrespect Slughorn was giving him and he only just managed not to threaten the old fool with his father. “Do we understand each other?”
“Clearly, Professor.” Draco managed in a drawl, he sat his ass down after Slughorn told him to pass the potion along.
Some students immediately shared who the smell of their Amortentia belonged to, there were red, embarrassed faces, mumbles and a lot of giggling, how stupid, most of them won’t ever find who the smell of their Amortentia belonged to and for some people it could still change as they developed as people.
"Actually, Amortentia is very popular amongst Betas, because Alphas and Omegas can't scent them some would choose to apply Amortentia on their undeveloped scent glands to pretend they are a different gender or simply for attracting sexual partners- obviously that would be under dubious consent, so they could end up before the court for it, wouldn't recommend any of you doing so, you would be surprised how many Betas take advantage of this potion and end up serving a sentence in Azkaban."
When Potter smelled his potion, he blushed just like most before him, sniffing it again for a good measure before corking it, eyes blown dark.
“Care to share?”
“It’s a treacle tart… with a lot of lemon, sour, now that I can smell it properly maybe a bit too sour?” He said like he still liked it a lot but was surprised about the intensity now that he could smell it properly so close to his nose. “It’s mostly a really strong, sour smell of lemon and then treacle tart, huh.”
Of course, it would be a treacle tart, he could have guessed as much, Potter was always eating it, usually at dinner but sometimes he didn’t want to wait, so he ate it at tea time.
Just like with every other before him, he clutched the vial close to him, like he didn’t want to part with it and now Draco was fucking feeling sour- just like that stupid putrid sounding scent of Potters mate.
And what does it mean something smelled too sour? Something could taste sour, not smell, maybe it was such an intense smell to him he could almost taste it on his tongue? Idiot.
He hoped, for no reason other than hate and spite of course, for Potter to never find out who the smell belonged to.
Slughorn then chose someone to show and explain how to make Amortentia- and of course it wasn’t him even after he was the only one who lifted his hand- and then after the presentation the class was dismissed.
Slughorn caught him before he managed to exit the class. “Your detention this week is with me, Monday and Friday at twenty past five.”
“This week?” Draco asked, thinking he heard wrong.
“Yes, next week you will also do Monday and Friday, but it’s Hagrid's week so-“
“No.” Draco gasped. “No, no, no. I don’t want detention with that big oaf.”
“It’s actually Professor Hagrid for you.” Slughorn corrected lightly, collecting his potion vials into a small locker box, then charming it small enough to throw it haphazardly into his pocket.
“I don’t think I deserve two weeks of detention, not with him, he is dangerous, he-“
“It matters not what you think is acceptable, Mr. Malfoy, you’re a student and it’s for me to decide the best route of discipline with my pupils.”
“B-but- but-“ He stuttered, eyes wide, oh no he didn’t- who does he think he is? He was going to tell his father about this one for sure.
Yes, this will not slide lightly, he can already say good bye to his position as the potions' professor, the fat prick didn’t even have a potions' mastery diploma, and he thought he could just-
“Mr. Malfoy? Mr. Malfoy?” He waved a rude hand in front of his face.
“Yes, Professor, if that would be all then I shall leave you to it.”
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Draco rested his cheek in the palm of his hand as he waited for Slughorn to arrive for his detention.
He politely came on time, but the fat, incompetent man obviously lacked basic manners.
He was not the only one late, it appeared, because soon Potter and Weasley also stumbled into the potions classroom, with Trelawny in tow.
He perked up, sitting himself up primly now that they arrived, Potter was dishevelled, Weasley was looking disturbed in a way only preheat could accomplish.
And he smelled so bloody strong, Draco's nose prickled with the intense smell of a distressed omega- fuelled by the complete ignorance of the symptoms, Draco was laying in bed days before heat, there was no way Weasley was still denying that he was going to be an omega, he basically already presented.
The two were in a state of disarray, panting, Potter looked nearly feral as he assessed his surroundings, as if he wasn’t sure where he found himself, Weasley was sweaty and red, collar undone, tie hanging off him, he dropped his bag at his side and fell into the first better chair, his shaking legs too weak to keep him up.
“Professor Trelawny, you have to believe me, Ron is really an omega, and he is going into heat, he isn’t pretending.”
“Oh I see, when you two are beating someone up, ganging up together on some poor bloke Mr. Weasley would be presenting as an omega, suddenly in heat, even though every omega would know better than going around the school in preheat.”
Ron stuttered out something about not being dumb, but he was covering his nose, no wonder, Potter was emitting some intense aroused mixed with worried alpha smells all over the classroom and Draco realised that he was also covering his nose, thighs tightly shut as he watched the situation.
“That guy tried to rip Ron’s shirt off and snog him, what were we meant to do.” Potter grumbled, sounding bored with this, he was fidgeting in his spot, then he even paced a bit to the window to open it and back to the professor. “What the hell did you expect us to do in that situation.” He growled.
“Mr. Potter! You will not growl at me! You want me to believe an Omega in heat would kick an alpha threatening them in the face? While he was struggling to get up?”
“Serves him right.” Weasley managed to mumble cockily, if Draco wasn’t painfully hard and petrified right now he would have felt smug for his fellow omega for showing that alpha where his place was, it was good payback.
“I apologise.” He pressed, voice low. “Ron needs to-“ Potter cleared his throat. “He needs to go to the hospital wing… please.” Then, out of nowhere, he lifted his Gryffindor sweater to cover his nose and mouth with, breathing shallowly.
The pathetic, desperate gasping sound that escaped past Draco's tight pressed lips when he saw Potters exposed pelvic area was stopped only and hopefully masked by a serious fake coughing fit.
Potter was surely hard in his loose trousers, because he had a vein popping-
Stop it, oh Salazar.
Everyone’s attention zeroed on him, and he had to remind himself that with all the suppressants and blockers he was taking the trio probably didn’t realise he was here, they were truly impressive, if not for the suppressant, he would be sitting in his own slick by now, he was sure of that. Too bad all the stuff he was taking didn’t stop his dirty thoughts or his cock from getting hard in his pants.
“Oh, no, don’t mind me. I love to see you two idiots getting into easily preventable situations. I’m starting to think Weasley wants to get fucked at this point.” After all he had so many heat suppressants and scent blockers at hand, maybe this was all on purpose.
He sneered when Potter made a move towards him, only to be held back and get an earful from Mrs. Trelawney.
“Don’t let the negative emotions fired by your aggressive second nature take control over your mind!” The beta shirked, Draco laughed, aggressive second nature- good one. “Two weeks detention for you! Control yourself!”
“Yes Potter, control the brute inside of you, don’t get blinded by the rage caused by your primitive nature.” He chuckled, but he was getting even more overwhelmed and hard now that he had the latter's attention on himself, the wild, green of his eyes flashing against his sun kissed complexion, hair messier than usual, he looked so good it was overwhelming, even if he looked like he wanted to bash his teeth in.
At least he let the shirt drop back to cover his delicious happy trail.
Draco bit the corner of his lip as he peered back at Potter, he would have been a proper wreck if not protection against exactly was going on right now.
Potter managed to calm himself at the lack of any other inappropriate things coming out of his mouth.
As his body slacked Professor Trelawney let go of his arm. “Alright, Mr. Malfoy, where is Professor Slughorn?”
“Haven’t seen him yet. He might appear soon, seeing how his star arrived to join us.”
“Shit, shit, shit.” Weasley whispered in a hiss, doubling in on himself, hands between his legs and Draco had to cover his airways with a hand once again, the distress rolling of Weasley was dizzying, this was all too much.
“I really need to go, to um- hospital wing. Or- or-fuck-“ Draco understood, Weasley was half coherent half already thinking about just trying to relieve himself, it was frustrating, because you did want to stay in control, but it was only time until you lost it. “I-I need-“
Potter rushed to his friends side, pacing from one foot to the other, Weasley turned in on himself even more when the inconsiderate brunet approached closer, back hunched with hands pressing against his crotch. “What? What is it?”
“Okay, enough of the theatrics-“ The Professor corrected her glasses, looking angry for once.
Potter gave her a look, before crouching next to Weasleys thigh, he tried to put a hand on him, but the omega cursed and turned his back on him.
“Potter, he wants you to move away.” Draco felt bad for Weasley at this point, plus he knew that if someone didn’t intervene the two would at some point just go at it in front of the two ‘betas’, he didn’t want to see it.
“Yes, bloody hell, mate- can you give a guy some space? I can’t breathe.”
Potter wasn’t breathing any better than Weasley, how he was still able to control himself was a wonder.
The alpha stood up and backed away till he was on the other side of the room— on Draco's side of the room and now he was having the issue Weasley had a moment ago, he had a horny, amazing-smelling alpha brooding and pacing somewhere behind his back.
All he wanted to do was stand up and bend over the desk.
“Listen here, Professor.” He snapped at the woman, he would rather take another two weeks of detention than be in this suffocating situation any longer. “You are a blasted beta, you can’t tell if they are serious or not. And I for one don’t want to see the two going at it, I will sue you, you will lose your job, you will go to Azkaban for putting three students in this situation. So take that omega where he wants to be right now or there will be consequences.” He stood up, about to run out if his threats weren’t taken seriously.
Professor Trelawney was taken aback, her large eyes seeming even larger. She had an internal battle with herself that ended when Weasley thunk’ed his forehead against the desk, resting on it and mumbling something Draco didn’t understand.
“Alight, Mr. Weasley, can you stand up? I will escort you to private quarters.”
Weasley by some miracle managed to stand on his own legs without help, although his hands stayed covering his crotch as he slowly stalked towards the teacher on wobbly feet.
He spared Draco a feverish glance that was probably in reality supposed to be a glare, and he probably though he would be making fun of him later, it would be in his nature, but this was another omega in a bad situation, and he just couldn’t bring himself to make Weasleys first heat worse than it had to be.
“You two, I trust you to behave until I escort Mr. Weasley to the hospital wing and find Professor Slug horn.” She left the room with Weasley following behind.
Draco was painfully aware of the Alpha still somewhere behind him, his skin prickled to look behind, because this was an alpha, and he couldn’t see what he was doing, he should have been feeling in danger, but he was too aroused to think clearly.
Instead of sitting back down, he turned to look at the brunet, his breath hitched when he saw the green eyes on him already, thunderous and up close.
Draco frowned, quickly stepping away. “What?” He pressed. “I helped you, you should be thanking m-me.” He hit the table with his side as he backed away from the alpha who advanced at him.
“Malfoy, I cannot believe you. I knew you are the most spoiled, rotten asshole but saying that Ron is doing all this on purpose….”
Draco didn’t manage to bite his tongue. “Isn’t it just attention seeking? Who knows, he had everything he needed to prevent this.” He hissed. “Haven’t met anyone who would go into heat out in the open if they didn’t want to get their arse- uh-”
Potter pushed him with a hand on his shoulder, so hard he fell backwards, knocking a desk away with his body and loosing his footing, while in the process of falling backwards Potter quickly grabbed his arm and yanked him back to his feet, Draco stumbled helplessly, going where the boy manhandled him.
The omega was affronted and mad at his cock for betraying him, he should not be this excited being roughed up.
“Potter!” All air left his lungs when a mere second after thinking he was going to connect with the hard floor tiles he was slammed into the wall, the back of his head bouncing against the concrete, his vision went fuzzy and ears rang before he refocused on the latter.
“Let go of me you blasted half-blood! You don’t know what I’m capable of, I can end you!” He shouted- terrified of his own body responses.
The Dark Lord would surely be happy if instead of Dumbledore he got rid of the main problem, a growl ripped from Potters throat, followed with another slam against the wall, Draco cried at the impact, he practically went limp in the latter's hold, ducking his head slightly, to placate them both.
The traitorous part of him that loved Potters smell made him want to offer anything to make the latter calm down, his mind was blanking, this was apparently as much as his suppressants helped him.
He could even apologise right now and Draco did not apologise to anybody, ever.
“You think he is asking for it? You’re asking for it! You must want me to punch you in the face. I’m so done with you! What is your problem?”
Draco took a shaky breath, happy Potter was holding his arm otherwise he would have been on the floor right now, his legs went so soft, just like the rest of his body at the shouting.
Without thinking, Draco leaned in and kissed him, their lips barely ghosted against each other before Potter shot his head back, eyes wide.
“…Did you just…” The alpha stared at him, but Draco resolutely kept his eyes lowered, his heart was beating fast, his crotch was pulsating, at this moment Potter could do anything he wanted and Draco would take it.
Draco halted his breath, whimpering against Potters soft lips when he leaned back in. Draco panted, licking against the soft flesh, encouraging him to press against him harder.
He moaned when Potter reciprocated softly-unsure, letting Draco's soft tongue into his mouth, he whined when Potter nearly immediately pulled away from the kiss and let him go, he didn’t step away thought.
“Pants off Malfoy, now.”
Draco blushed, doing quick work with his pants button and pulling them off completely, doing the same to his underwear.
He looked back up at Potter from under his pale lashes, frowning as he searched for a reaction. There was hardly any as Potter raked his eyes over his slim body, jaw still set tight, his features hardened, Draco didn’t like that the alpha wasn’t happy with him still, even when he was doing as he was asked.
And then Potter grabbed Draco under his thigh and pulled his leg up to expose his hole, making the omega stumble and lean on the wall for support.
Draco gasped at being completely exposed, turning his body sideways to rest against the wall as Potter pulled his leg up higher, unabashedly staring at his private area.
His cock twitched despite the humiliating position, he shouldn’t have enjoyed being this spread out for the alpha to see.
Draco squirmed. He scowled, making a soft, frustrated noise when Potters free hand travelled up to his face, grabbing a tight hold on his jaw and yanking his face in his direction.
He was staring. “What-“ He started to break the silence, wanting to know what the boy was thinking but it died on his tongue when the alpha ran his thumb over Draco’s pink lips, and they parted immediately. He frowned, restraining himself from licking or sucking the digit, but he didn’t have to restrain for long when Potter put two fingers against his lips and told him to suck.
He opened his mouth obediently, doing as Potter wanted. The fleshy pink tongue wrapping around the digits, coating them in his spit.
The alpha growled again and Draco mewled around the foreign body in response, getting them wet enough, sucking and hollowing his cheeks.
If he didn’t take his suppressants he would have been sufficiently dripping down there already and wouldn’t need to be prepared, but he did enjoy having Potter in his mouth, so it didn’t matter.
“You insufferable prick.” Potter spat out and pulled his fingers out, Draco following them on instinct so Potter pressed him against the wall harder with the hold he had under his knee. “Been asking for it, huh? Wanted me to get angry and fuck you? And here I thought you just wanted me to punch you.”
Without warning, Harry pressed the two fingers against his tight hole, pushing them past the ring of muscles without care for the sting.
“N-no I-“ Draco started breathlessly, hissing when Potter grabbed his throat, staring helplessly at the pissed off Alpha as the hold tightened, he let out a broken moan. He understood Potter was mad that he was implying Weasley wanted to get raped, making jabs at him. “S-shut up, I get it already.”
Realizing Potter let go of his leg to choke him, he grabbed under his own knee to pull it up and expose himself enough for the latter to continue fingering him, closing his eyes tightly shut because he was embarrassed of how little he was fighting back against this… he was actually holding himself exposed for a half-blood to defile his pure virgin body with spit covered fingers, no matter who he told in his circles everyone would shame him for this.
“No, you never shut up, shut the fuck up.” The command was clear and loud, and Draco couldn’t do anything other than obey. “I don’t want to hear it right now.”
Luckily, the command required not speaking, otherwise Draco would have said something embarrassing like ‘Yes, alpha.’ And that would have been a bit beneath him, Potter was an alpha, but still a nobody in his circles.
So he nodded his head as primly as the hand around his throat allowed him to. “Mhm.”
Satisfied, Potter pulled his fingers out, Draco patiently waiting with anticipation as he blinked his eyes open to see the brunet fumble with his belt and button of his pants.
He cried softly in anticipation when Potter pulled out his dick, it was thick and long and intimidating because it was huge compared to his own, did all alphas have cocks this big or was it just Potter?
He bet it was just a Harry Potter thing, since he always was the best of course he would have the best cock as well. His mouth watered.
It would probably hurt a bit, considering the size, him not producing slick and that Draco never had sex, and he was a bit scared, but the prospect of having it inside him, like his omega craved to won against Draco's cowardly need to always back away when there was a threat.
He bit the inside of his cheek to stifle the cry that escaped him as Potter pressed the big tip of his cock against his pink entrance.
The latters eyes flickered up, searching for something, Draco pointedly didn’t look back, he instead watched to the best of his ability how the mushroom head of Potters cock rubbed against his tight entrance.
The omega gasped in trepidation and arousal when Potter spit onto his hole to make the slide in easier, he blushed, shivering at the wet, cold sensation dripping down his perineum and thigh, this was so humiliating, he never though he was going to have anyone treat him this way.
Potter pushed in, not slow enough, Draco moaned in distress, pain mixed with pleasure was overwhelming his already scent-drunk brain.
"It hurts?" The alpha asked, he nodded quickly, but he didn't want the brunet to stop, not now. "Good, you know what else hurt? When you kicked me in the face."
If he wasn't getting stuffed with Potters dick he would have found it in himself to laugh, still smug about getting one up at him after he locked his father up in Azkaban. But all he did instead was tighten the hold on his own leg, feeling unsteady, willing himself to get a grip and tell Potter to stop or to treat him with respect he was entitled to, but he couldn’t bring himself to, this was turning him on too much.
Potter caught his lips in a feather-light kiss, almost gentle, groaning against his panting mouth as he bottomed. When he pressed their lips back together then, it was to shove his tongue past Draco's lips, dominating the kiss and starting to thrust in and out of him.
Draco could do nothing other than letting the feeling of pleasure mixed with quite a lot of discomfort overwhelm him, his head swam, and he was dizzy, it was weird being an omega but being so high on suppressants your body wasn’t reacting as it should.
His hole wasn’t stretching fast enough around Potters dick, he wasn’t producing the much-needed slick and because he was hiding he couldn’t - which right now seemed like the worst part but was a blessing in disguise- call Potter alpha- his alpha on repeat as he fucked him senseless into the wall.
Draco was tired of holding himself open, his hold weak as he tried to kiss back, Potter bit onto his lip, groaning in warning when the omegas hold under his knee slipped.
He grabbed under Draco's thigh and pulled it high enough that the sting on his muscles was tight, but it allowed Potter to enter into him deep, Draco could feel him so deep it was nearly uncomfortable, the latter’s hips slapped against the top of his thighs every time he bottomed and it started to sting now. Potters hip movements turned jerky, and he stilled as he bottomed into Draco's pink, impossibly stretched hole, his movements turned slow, deep and deliberate, he would be coming soon.
“Fuck.” Potter whispered and Draco's eyes widened when he felt it, the swelling around the base of the alphas cock stretching his twitching entrance.
Draco moaned, suddenly scared. His body couldn’t react as an omegas body should react to being knotted, and instead of pulling out Potter was still slowly pushing in and out of him, his bulge catching on his entrance.
Draco reached a hand to tap his shoulder, against everything inside him he had to fucking tell the idiot what he was thinking he was doing.
“P-Potter, shit. Hey, Potter!” How was he even popping a knot in a betas ass right now? “Fuck, don’t knot me you idiot...” He moaned in pain softly as the base of Potters already big cock expanded, he tried to wriggle out of the latter's hold, but he was weak against the strong grip the alpha had on his thigh, spreading him open just the way he needed him to be without any care.
He must have been still able to smell omegas heat in the room. And with dread Draco realised that Potter was probably thinking he was fucking Weasley right now.
And he was so unnecessarily upset about it, he whined.
Potter could hardly pay attention to him, pressing him into the wall and chasing his incoming orgasm, long fangs pressed tightly shut as he sped up a little.
“D-don’t knot me.” He whined, throwing his head back, his eyes nearly rolling back when the knot caught against him now with every long drag of Potters thick cock, he was so unbelievably full his prostate was squished, constantly rubbed against the latter's pulsating cock, he rutted against his hole, pulling just enough to pop his knot out and slam back in, Draco breath hitched when it finally caught, the stretch around him making him breathe like he was in fucking labour, it still made him come, because this alpha with the amazing smell of his favourite dessert was doing it.
He didn’t want to think that it happened only because of Weasleys heat.
Potter stilled and came pressing as deep into him as it was possible, head falling to Draco's scent gland and sniffing like he could smell his scent through the expensive blockers he wore.
Draco rested his head against the wall, breathing in to clear his head, he could feel the latter's cock twitching inside him sporadically as he released more cum into his womb, and Draco shuddered every time- maybe he was having dry orgasms he wasn’t sure, but it felt like he did, like he had a never ending orgasm while being knotted and filled by Potter, he nearly saw stars. The only thing he could think about was the cock inside him releasing warm seed into his guts, still rutting against his prostate.
There were no other thoughts in his head, as if the knot made him just a dumb, breedable omega bitch. He didn’t think he would have an alpha knot him so early into being back in school, but it was amazing, he didn’t care, this was too good.
Salazar, he hoped that his meds included the ability to not get pregnant, he could hardly ask his parents about it. He couldn’t be pregnant with this alphas pups, not with The Dark Lord around.
He panicked, testing if he could slide off the latter's cock, but it painfully pulled on his stretched rim. He hissed at the sting, clutching onto Potters shoulders as the alpha groaned, pulling him flush against him.
“Omega.” He groaned, sniffing against his scent gland, he licked over where it should be and left a mark on top of it, then with a hand on Draco's jaw he turned his head to the side to nibble at his nape.
Draco froze, maybe he had every omega functions hidden and under control and Potter was babbling because he was still able to smell Weasley in the air but a bonding mark would still work if Potter bit him.
“P-Potter! Don’t bite me! I’m a beta!” He screamed, not caring if someone found them in this position, he pushed against Potters shoulders to push him away from him, not caring that they were still connected. “Get off me!”
Potters eyes were wide and confused as he pulled away, not understanding why he was being shoved. “You're pulling, stay still-“
“I’m a beta. You stupid alpha knot-head!” Draco repeated. “Get off me, now!” He whimpered, it stung to pull on it but maybe he could force it out now.
They both winced.
Potter blinked again and then repeated the motion until his eyes cleared, he frowned. “But-“ He tried to lean back into Draco's scent gland, but Draco was over it and put a hand over the latter's mouth crudely to smack him away.
“What you’re smelling is Weasleys heat! I’m a beta and you knotted me.” He huffed and moaned in pain when Potter tried to pull away himself.
Potter looked so, so confused, he even looked around for something. “No, it wasn’t Ron I smelled, it was that smell.” He was talking more to himself, Draco shifted, slowly but surely, with pain and Potter telling him to just calm down he managed to pull away.
Immediately copious amounts of cum flew out of him, his hole still exposed because Potter was still holding his leg up, and the alpha was staring hungrily at his dripping ass, like he was ready for another round.
Draco blushed. “Let go of me!” He shoved Potter away easier now that they weren’t connected.
He crouched on shaky legs to find his wand in his discarded pants, the brunet stepped closer slowly to crouch next to him, trying to get his attention. “Malfoy, we-“
“It was nothing, forget it ever happened.” He quickly mumbled scourgify and magicked the clothes back on his body.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have knotted you, I was sure I smelled-“
“You can only pop a knot when an omega is in heat, you smelled Weasley. Kind of bloody gross to screw to the thoughts of your best friend, pervert.” Maybe he really managed to smell him through his scent blockers? Impossible, but maybe tomorrow he would put a bit more just in case.
Potters apologetic features dropped, turning darker. “Why do you always have to be such a fucking asshole.”
Draco seethed as he stood up, looming over the crouching alpha. “You knotted me! I don’t stretch magically or produce slick! I told you to stop! It hurt!”
Potters expression hardened as he stood back up. “I apologized, I don’t know what got into me.”
“I don’t give a shit about your stupid alpha needs.”
Potter growled, shaking his head. “Of course not, Prince fucking Malfoy only cares what he wants. What do you want me to do about it now? Get out of my face.”
Draco blinked, he was supposed to say that last line. But if he stayed and argued that it should be the alpha to disappear it would seem like he cared.
So with one last scoff, Draco accioed his bag and left.