Chapter One – Transformation
Harry Potter's heart was beating a thousand miles a minute. He didn't know why, but he felt as though something bad was going to happen. As soon as he was called up to Dumbledore's office, he knew something wasn't right. Professor McGonagall had been informed and told him to go straight to Dumbledore after Transfiguration. She didn't tell him the reason why, but he had a funny feeling about it.
At the beginning of the year, Harry came into his inheritance. He never knew a thing about it, until that one night on his sixteenth birthday. He transformed. And no, not the usual kind – he hit puberty years ago. He transformed into a werewolf. And not the normal ugly kind, like Remus, loath he was to say. He was able to transform into a proper wolf. A black and grey wolf with bright emerald eyes. How he knew, well, he had looked straight into the mirror in his bedroom once he came back to himself. Once he shape-shifted – which was super painful, as though knives were slicing through his flesh, through every bone and muscle, tearing him apart – it took a moment for him to come to his senses.
He went into a panic when he saw a small black and grey wolf – larger than a newborn puppy, but clearly a puppy – staring right back at him in the mirror's reflection. Once he had calmed down, he was able to change himself back.
When he arrived at the Burrow after Dumbledore apparated him there from convincing Horace Slughorn to come to Hogwarts, he stayed at the Burrow over the summer. He told Hermione and Ron about it, as they noticed he was acting strangely. So he was forced to tell them what had happened.
He had already told Dumbledore, who, the man that he was, knew all about it already. He told Harry that he knew it was a possibility, as his great-great-grandfather used to be a werewolf exactly like he was now. It's all through the Potter bloodline, the Headmaster said. Harry asked him why his parents hadn't been werewolves, and he said it was because the Potter line only consisted of the Omega gene, and occasionally Beta, never Alpha. It was rare for women to be werewolves, especially Omega, so that was why Lily was never one. James on the other hand, had been an animagus, so wasn't able to transform into a werewolf.
So when he arrived at the Burrow and informed his friends, it raised several questions from the pair, particularly Hermione. They actually got him to change a couple of times, so they were certain he didn't have a dream, and that it was real. Hermione then came up with all sorts of explanations as to why he would be this way.
In the summer, they visited Fred and George's Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and found out about Draco Malfoy with his mum walking off to Borgin and Burke's. He was looking at some sort of cabinet in the shop, along with Fenrir Greyback. They looked like they didn't want to be followed and so Harry spied on them. On the train on the way to Hogwarts, he tried to persuade Ron and Hermione that he suspected Malfoy was a Death Eater. They thought he was barking mad and just saw too much hate.
When they reached school, Hermione had picked up a few books from the library and studied on Harry's gene. And studied. And studied. She told him everything she learnt about werewolves and how they had bonds and special classes.
There was the Alpha, the dominant and leader of the pack. The Beta was neutral, both dominant and submissive and was usually the Alpha's mate. The Omega, was the lone wolf, the wolf without a pack, or the one who bowed down to an Alpha, especially their bonded mate. It was very rare for an Alpha to find their bonded submissive Omega mate. Once they had mated them, the Alpha would grow possessive over their mate and would swear to protect it from any harm – which meant any other Alpha, who would be willing to mate with him.
So, Harry was called up to Dumbledore's office so he could explain it thoroughly to Harry and sort it out with him for the year and the next year whilst he was still at school. It had been a couple of weeks since Dumbledore had collected him and taken him to meet Horace Slughorn to convince him to come to Hogwarts, so he could take Advanced Potions. And one week since the Hogwarts Express incident where he eavesdropped on Malfoy talking to his fellow Slytherins in his Invisibility cloak.
Unfortunately, Malfoy caught him and hexed him with Protrificus Totalus and broke his nose in the process for putting his father in Azkaban. The good news, Tonks had found and saved him and was courteous enough to fix Harry's nose.
It still bled as Harry walked up to the gates of Hogwarts grounds with Tonks and they conversed until they found Severus Snape holding a lantern walking towards them. Harry's conversation with Snape up to the castle was the same as usual, hatred filling both of them, Snape sneering and rebuking him whilst taking off house points.
Although, they were fairly quiet then once they were alone and away from Tonks. His teacher had acted strangely and had looked at him as if he were a ghost. He said nothing more, though, and that was the end of it until he found his friends and they started pestering what had happened to him. Harry didn't understand why Snape had been looking at him that way, and also why he felt…different. A sense of security like nothing he had ever felt before.
Dumbledore told Harry that he was a submissive Omega, the rarest kind. He had to be watched at all times as the Headmaster said that the school was surrounded with Alphas, who were all willing to stark claim on Harry. Apparently his scent was so powerful, that it was able to attract any Alpha he passed. Dumbledore had sent him off saying to keep watch on any who lingered their stare on him or would come into close contact with him.
And, naturally, though keeping out of anyone's way, Harry noticed several stares on him that weren't the usual kind. They were predatory and dangerous. The one odd stare he noticed the most, was Snape's. Which was weird. It was no longer the hate-filled cold scowl he received whenever he was in class with him. It had been targeted at him differently. It gave him the chills.
Even stranger, whenever he walked into DADA and Snape was in the room, he caught a whiff of this strong, sweet-smelling scent that would instantly make his knees go weak and he felt sated. He felt the intense need to drop to his knees and bow to the scent. It was the most bizarre reaction he had ever had to anything. More and more he felt the desire to stroke himself to completion – which he had been doing a lot more overnight – and bathe in that scent till his heart's content. He always felt empty whenever he walked out of that classroom. He didn't understand why.
After about a month, he was called to Dumbledore's office again.
After class, Harry gave a quick goodbye to Ron and Hermione before departing. They told him to meet up with them at lunch in the Great Hall, before their next class.
Harry's hands were sweaty as he walked down the hall towards the phoenix statue. He was sure that whatever Dumbledore wanted was nothing to fret about, and he was just being paranoid. But he couldn't help the uneasy feeling. He just wasn't sure what the old wizard wanted with him. It was probably just to do with Voldemort or the Order. Or was it to do with his werewolf gene?
Dumbledore had already told him to be on his guard as other students had the werewolf gene, too, and could be Alphas, so Harry was vulnerable. He said that the gene was nothing to worry about, and that Harry could control his shifts, and that it wasn't provoked by a full moon. Harry was glad to hear that. He also said it shouldn't disrupt any of his classes, and that Harry was free to be who he was and go about his daily functions as normal. The only downside was when he met his Alpha mate. Harry needed to asses every student, or teacher, to know who his mate was, and not some random Alpha who just wanted to mate with him, even if they weren't his mate. It was bizarre to Harry to even think that his mate could be a teacher, or someone from Slytherin. He hoped not.
Shaking his head, Harry called out the password to enter the office, only to find that the golden bird wouldn't budge. Great. He must have changed the bloody password again and forgot to tell me, Harry thought irritably, typical old man.
"Uh…Fizzing Whizbees," Harry tried, but nothing happened. He let out a puff of air and shouted random things. "Chocolate Frogs. Liquorice Wand. Sherbet Lemon…um…gumballs…treacle tart…toffees…Gobstoppers. Bloody hell, hurry up and change already! Mars Bars! Snickers! M&Ms! Oreos!"
Finally, the statue decided to move, a smirk on its face at how frustrated Harry became.
Oreos? Dumbledore liked Oreos?
Harry decided to ignore the giant golden bird and stomped up the steps, knocking on the door. It opened automatically and he walked in uncertainly, especially when he saw a tall, dark-cloaked man with greasy dark hair, a long hooked nose and a smouldering gaze in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk. It just made Harry feel all the more anxious.
What was he doing here? It had to be something to do with Voldemort and the Order, or why else would the Potions Master be here? Harry had a sinking feeling that it may be about his behaviour in class. He shivered.
Though Harry thought Snape to pay him no heed, wear a cold sneer and snap at him as usual, he was eyeing him…hungrily. Furthermore, that all-too-familiar sweet and musky scent bathed the room, and instantly put Harry at ease. Professor Dumbledore beamed at Harry and gestured for him to sit down in the chair next to Snape, so Harry sat down, feeling nervous.
"You wanted to see me, sir?"
"Yes," he started off in a soft manner. "Harry, you may find this utterly confusing, but trust me that this is also good news. The Order and I have arranged for you to be more protected by being under Professor Snape's care, so to speak. As you know, it is risky for you to be outside of Hogwarts where you are more vulnerable. Especially alone. Voldemort is watching your every move as we speak, his tactics evermore conniving and discreet, particularly now that you are an Omega. We are thinking he must believe you to be more vulnerable and will strike while the cauldron is hot. We don't want any harm to come to you, and we think it best if you stay away from the muggle world from now on. That is, away from the Dursley's."
Despite everything that the Headmaster said, Harry could not take his mind off the last words. Away, from them? Never to see again?
"Plans have been set into place for your safety, and so we have decided for Severus to take you in for a while." Harry's eyes widened, and he was about to protest before Dumbledore held up a hand for silence. "Now, I don't want you to get all worked up. What's done is done. There has been a little…change in place, which I shall inform you of later. Severus has pledged to be more aware of your needed and feelings, meaning he won't be discourteous to you. We wish you to do the same and act on your best behaviour. I know how you must be feeling, but in the long run, you don't have to go back to the Dursley's. Ever. I know how much they like to beat and castigate you, so your health and wellbeing aren't exclusively safe. In the hands of Voldemort is even worse, and at this point, you are in grave danger of being captured, tortured and murdered. Severus has agreed, and would like to, take care of you more closely.
"And as for the change…there is another major reason why this has been set into place." Dumbledore paused, looking between Harry and Snape. "We have covered that you are a werewolf, Harry, and a young one. You are also a submissive. And we have found your bond mate."
Harry was at a loss for words. He looked back and forth between a possessive-filled Potions Master and a smiling, calm Headmaster. For a while he stuttered, before he finally got out what he wanted to say.
"W-what? Wait…" He paused and looked between his professors. "Who?"
Dumbledore smiled and folded his hands on his desk. He looked over at Snape, who hadn't taken his eyes off Harry the entire time. It took a moment for the gears to shift in Harry's mind. He gasped.
"You?" he said, staring wide-eyed at his former Potions teacher. "Wait…" He whipped his head back at Dumbledore. "Snape is my…my mate?" Was that why I've been feeling so jittery and…fuzzy around him lately?
"Yes," Snape said in a deep, possessive voice. It made Harry bow his head and shiver. "You are mine."
Warmth boiled in Harry's core at the words. He shook his head to rid of the feeling. "But…but that doesn't make any sense. You hate me." Harry glanced back at Dumbledore. "Sir, Snape hates me. How the hell are we mates? And how are we supposed to live under the same roof?"
"Professor Snape, Harry," Dumbledore corrected him softly, trying to keep Harry calm. "I assure you, that he does not hate you. Professor Snape has taken care of your health rather well throughout the years. Give him some credit. He's taken it out of his way to care for you, to make sure you stay alive. And as for hate, he no longer feels anywhere near that. Over the course of this month, he has discovered you are his one true mate. It does not make any sense, whatsoever, but the power of your scent is much too potent for Professor Snape to pass as a mere Omega. I am sure you have felt the same, am I right?"
Harry bit his lip as he looked at his professor's penetrating gaze. He looked at Dumbledore, wondering what to say. The white-bearded wizard smiled at him for encouragement.
"Y-yes. I feel…I feel…" He glanced back at Snape, at a loss for words. As soon as he met Snape's eyes, he said exactly what was on his mind. "I feel the need to fall onto my knees and bow my head whenever I walk into the classroom with him in it…I can smell…this sweet, musky sort of scent. It calms me."
He couldn't believe he just blurted all that out loud. One look at Professor Snape, and it had him confessing the truth, word for word. He blushed profusely.
A low appreciative rumble escaped Snape. Harry's toes curled.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "That would be the power of the mating bond. You both desire to seal that bond within you. The need to mate is the one thing on your mind."
"Wait…but… What?" Harry was terribly confused. How could he feel the need to sleep with an older man? "You mean… have sex? But I can't –"
A growl cut him off, making him drop his head low. "He's mine." Those words had Harry moaning warily. He decided that his submissive side didn't like Severus growling like that. It was an instant weakener.
Oh, we're calling him Severus now, are we?
Dumbledore held up a hand. "Now, now, Severus, be patient. Harry just doesn't understand." He turned to Harry. "Harry, in magical law, when there are situations like these, age does not matter. It cannot be helped. Alas, if you two were to find another lover to mate and breed with, you would both grow weaker and would die at an early age."
"You mean I'll die in the next year or so if I don't mate with him?"
"Possibly."
"But…but I can't! I'm sixteen, and he is like…fifty!"
"I am thirty six," Snape corrected, sounding off-put.
Younger than I thought, Harry thought.
"As you now know, he is younger than he looks," Dumbledore said, earning a glare from Snape. "Yet, age does not matter in the case. Even if he was fifty, the bond is much too powerful to resist and you would eventually die if you wait it out. So, no, I do not mind if any intimacy occurs between you two and I am sure your friends will understand too."
"I beg to differ," Snape drawled.
"So…what happens now?" Harry asked, unsure.
"Well, I have already signed the papers and sorted it out with those retched muggles of yours," Snape explained. "They were more than glad to be rid of you. Frankly, I'm glad you no longer have to see them. Don't fret, I'll take good care of you. I'm sure it will be better than living in that old dumpster they call a house."
"What about the blood wards?"
"As I said, that's been taken care of with the muggles."
Snape was sneering, but Harry noticed it was directed at the Dursley's from the way he said, 'muggles', and not at him. How could he care so much about Harry so quickly?
"Because you are Lily's son and I've sworn to protect you," Snape answered, as though he heard Harry's thoughts. "I've been fulfilling my job from day one, and plan to keep you alive from all the hard work I have done. Believe it or not, I actually have cared for you these past few years, to some degree, as you are not entirely like your father. Professor Dumbledore has specifically asked me not to dwell on the past and to put it behind me. I suggest you do the same. I have wronged you, Mr. Potter, as I have seen a lot of Lily in you. However, aside from all that, I feel deeply for you. My Alpha will not rest until he has claimed you, and even then, he will be hungry for more. By that, I mean he will want to keep you safe, and I swear to protect you from whomever or whatever seeks to harm you. You are mine now, Mr. Potter."
Harry didn't know what to say, shocked to hear Snape throw such positive comments his way. The Alpha gene must be quite strong for him to want to say those things. Like he actually cared. Harry wondered if this was all just one big joke. He couldn't help feeling a warm buzz at the words 'You are mine.' All the while, he glanced between both of them – Snape still wore his predatory gaze, and Dumbledore was officially at ease, eyes twinkling, and smiling.
"Ah, I see you are at a loss for words," said Snape in that deep voice of his that made Harry feel funny, though in a strangely good way. It was so smooth, like velvet and had an edge to it that was so sexy and oddly calming…
Wait, what the bloody hell am I thinking about?!
Harry couldn't deny how that voice did strange things to him, a few times giving him random tingles and erections in class. But, sexy? Snape, sexy? Well, he at least wasn't quite sexy physically. It was true, that Harry had a crush on the man as he found his deep, baritone voice that runs into the Potions classroom and his tall and dark appearance erotic, but the man wasn't particularly attractive. Well, his Omega side begged to differ. He was strongly attracted to him now, no matter how Snape looked.
"Very well," Dumbledore finally spoke up. "I think we should get things in order. Severus?"
Snape turned to Harry. "I have set several things in order, so I now own you and your possessions. I am your Alpha, dominant and your protector. If I wish, I could take your belongings from you without complaint. Those items may include your Invisibility cloak, the Marauder's Map, your wand –"
"You can't do that!"
Snape shot Harry a menacing glare, making him shiver.
"Unfortunately, he can, Harry," Dumbledore said. "He is your Alpha."
"But that's not fair! Those things belong to me, and are quite special to me. The reason why they are called my belongings."
"It is only for safety precautions. Severus will have his reasons, and I'm afraid you'll just have to stick with them. I apologise, Harry. I know how hard this change must be for you, but we must keep you safe."
"Yeah, I know," he grumbled, temper flaring. "So you can save your own fucking arses by keeping me as a weapon to kill Voldemort. Once he dies, it's all over. I'm no longer important. I'm just bait, not a person with a life. And I will be forgotten." His tone was laced with venom, along with his eyes which were staring straight at Dumbledore. Why didn't he get any say in this? Didn't he have to sign those papers, too? He was sixteen, almost a legal adult who could make up his own life choices.
"Mr. Potter! Language," Professor Snape chastised Harry in a tone that matched his own.
Harry bowed his head and whimpered, despite his anger. He didn't even know why he did that whenever his professor rebuked him. He never used to.
Snape was suddenly kneeling in front of him, pulling up his chin so they were staring in each other's eyes. "You will not say those things about yourself, my little omega. I will not allow it. You are very special. To me, you are an angel, and I will protect you through all of this. Promise me you will not speak of yourself in such a negative light."
Harry nodded, confused yet moved by the professor's words.
"Harry," the Headmaster said quietly. "I understand how upset you must be, how much Voldemort is getting to you. But you are no weapon of ours. Not at all. And you are an important being, which is why we are setting these things into place. No one will forget you, my boy, trust me." Dumbledore chuckled at this. "You will soon be the Saviour of the Wizarding world, and will forever be spoken of. But never mind that, people will think of you more than just Harry Potter. You have friends and family who love you dearly, and see you as nothing other than what you see them as. Don't doubt yourself, Harry."
He didn't want all fame and glory, he just wanted to be Harry. He didn't want to be known as much as Voldemort was. Harry decided to keep quiet, clenching his teeth together from saying something stupid that he'd regret.
Dumbledore turned to the Potions Master. "You may continue, Severus."
Nodding, he looked at Harry sternly for a moment, making sure he wouldn't interrupt again. Shuddering, Harry turned away from his intimidating gaze, but Snape pulled his chin forward once more.
"Now, if you will please listen without interruptions, we can get through this a lot quicker." Harry nodded once, not looking at Snape, instead training his eyes over his teacher's head. He was too angry and confused. "As I said before, I have put arrangements into place, so you can sleep in my private chambers –"
At this, Harry looked at him. "What?!"
"Ahem. You will have your own room, rather than sharing it with a bunch of other boisterous Gryffindors, some of whom are Alphas. There will be many rules, which you will follow without argument. If you have issues with those rules, or anything else, you may come to me or Professor Dumbledore. He already knows of these rules, and is allowing me to follow through with them. There is no law on this matter, so there's no need to fuss over that. You are almost of consent, albeit I will train you to be more mature and resilient in front of the Dark Lord. You will not give up, as the Dark Lord does not. Our sessions will begin tomorrow night onwards, and I want you to be on your best behaviour as my student and my submissive Omega. Any further questions or troubles, come to me."
His Omega.
Harry could not wrap his head around all of this. It was absurd. Do they really think he was going to go along with this willingly and quietly? Fat chance of that. Okay, he might be submissive, but Harry would fight for freedom until he couldn't anymore. He'd show them how strong he could really be. He hated how they called him immature and a weakling, like a 2 year old without its mother, in need of constant care and supervision. In fact, he hated how he had little control over his actions.
"Mr. Potter," Snape snapped, knocking Harry out of his trance. He noticed Snape had been calling him for the past minute or so. "Do you understand these terms and conditions?"
"Yeah, doesn't mean I agree with them, though," he grumbled.
"You will learn to."
Harry rolled his eyes in his mind.
"Excellent!" Dumbledore chirped with a bright smile. "Since that is all settled, you may now go and enjoy the rest of your lunch. I'm sure you two are both famished and want this conversation to end for the time being. Time is ticking for the next class, and I shall not keep you waiting. Pip pip!"
Harry was more than eager to escape, and rushed out the door before Snape even stood up. Snape was just as willing, and with a quick farewell to the old wizard, he followed Harry into the Great Hall. Their walk was very silent, and intense. Harry could feel his professor gazing at him from behind. Once seated at their destined tables, they dug into their food, glancing at each other now and then throughout the meal. His professor continued to give him that stare. It made his pants tighten.
"Whatid Dum'dore wan'?" Ron asked Harry through a mouthful of chicken. Hermione screwed her face up at him, displeased.
Harry huffed, taking a swig of orange juice before answering.
"Well, seeing as I'm supposedly 'vulnerable', I have to be kept safe from Voldemort as much as possible. Meaning away from the muggle world. No more going back to the Dursley's."
Hermione gasped. "Seriously? That's great! What are you so irate about?"
"Because bloody Snape is taking care of me," he seethed.
Ron and Seamus nearby, choked on their food. "He WHAT?" they shouted at the same time.
"That sounds terrible," Hermione said.
Harry scoffed. "Yeah. Got that right. I'd rather live on the streets."
"Oh, Harry, no you wouldn't! You wouldn't have people to be around with, no nice and warm showers and a bed to sleep in and food or fresh clothing. I'm sure it wouldn't be so bad with Professor Snape. Dumbledore will have sworn for him to take great care of you to allow him to let you under his roof."
She was partially right, he would actually rather to live with Severus Snape than the streets, but his teacher was just so…intimidating, and he had to admit that he was kind of scared to be around him almost twenty-four seven. Especially now that he knew they were mates. He already had a bit of a crush on him, though he'd never admit that out loud.
"But this is Snape we're talking about, 'Mione!" Ron exclaimed. "He's the worst!"
"Worse than the worst," Seamus said.
Hermione huffed. "He's not that bad. Okay, he picked on Gryffindors and other houses aside from his own, but at least he didn't torture us, unlike Umbridge did. He's a good teacher and Order member. You boys should really look at him in a different light."
Harry had to agree with Hermione on this one. Professor Snape wasn't all bad, once you got used to him. And now that he knew he was his submissive… Harry wondered if he should tell them.
"A different light? What light is there to see? His eyes are black as coals!" Ron said, then scoffed. "What, are you suddenly in love with him or something?"
"No! That's disgusting. I'm trying to explain to you that he's not half bad."
"How, he gave us so much work to do in such a short amount of time! Let alone the detentions and house points taken away for just making a mistake in class."
"Well, that's a good thing. It'll help you more."
"How does it help me when I'm too stressed all the time? I never understand the work." He threw an exasperated look at his friend. "And how exactly are detentions supposed to help me improve my work?"
"I'm with Ron," Seamus said, taking a swig of orange juice.
Hermione rolled her eyes, irate. "Well, maybe you should pay more attention to him in class and study more!"
"But he's so boring and nasty."
"Oh, Ronald. If you would just –"
"Guys, quit it," said Harry, fed up with their arguing.
They both apologised with sympathetic looks.
"You'll be fine, Harry," Hermione tried to reassure him, patting his arm. "I know it seems weird at first, but I'm sure you'll get used to it, and at least you'll get more to eat and wear over the summer. You'll get to practice spells with your wand without having to wait all summer and fail for not completing the homework that was set."
"Don't forget you'll be able to do Quidditch," Ron cut in, grinning. "I mean, I don't know if you guys are staying here, or at his house if he has one, but I'm sure he'd let you practice. He can't be that cruel, surely."
When Harry thought about it, it didn't sound half bad. It actually sounded brilliant, even though living together sounded awkward. It'd be so thrilling to be able to fly his Firebolt and complete homework tasks freely without being rebuked by fat muggles. Before he could stop it, he felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth.
"Yeah, perhaps you're right."
Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad after all.
He looked at his friends again. Should he tell them?
Oh, just go for it, you chicken!
He took a deep breath. "Snape is my Alpha mate," he blurted out.
His friends, including everyone seated close to him and behind him on the Hufflepuff table, stared at him. A few cutlery wa dropped, clanging onto the plates loudly.
"Did I hear you right?" asked Ron, staring at him in bewilderment.
"Yes," Harry sighed. "He is…my mate."
"Like…your soul mate?"
"Yes, Ron."
"Merlin's Beard," Dean breathed.
"Oh, this is good, Harry!" said Hermione.
Everyone looked at her.
"Good! In what dimension is being Snape's long-term mate good?" Ron shouted, his voice rising in pitch.
Hermione ignored him. "No, I don't mean it's good that he's Professor Snape's mate. It's just good that Harry has finally found out who it is. So he doesn't have to search for long."
"I'd search forever if it meant I could be with someone other than that greasy old git. Can't you just pick another, Harry?"
"That's the thing," he said. "I can't."
"What do you mean you can't? Look, I could be your wingman and I'll help –"
"No, really, Ron. I can't."
Ron blinked at him, not getting it.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Professor Snape is his mate, meaning for life. You can't choose another once you've found 'the one.' We've already been over this."
"You mean he is stuck with the old man?"
"Yes," said Harry and Hermione simultaneously.
"Another thing," said Harry. "I have to…to…" He blushed, not knowing how to put it. "I have to 'mate' with him soon, or we both die."
"WHAT!" Ron bellowed, earning an elbow in the rib from both Hermione and Ginny. "Ow!"
"Keep it down," Ginny hissed. She grimaced at Harry. "That sounds sick."
"Well," Harry began, "technically speaking, the magical law apparently allows this to happen. No matter what age you are. And Snape isn't actually that old. He is thirty six."
"Thirty six!" a few called up and down the table.
"I thought he was like fifty," said Ron.
Harry's lips twitched and he chuckled. "I thought so, too, and insulted him by saying so."
"Well, this shall be interesting," Ginny said. "I'm hoping it will all work out for you."
"Yeah, good luck to you, mate," Ron said. "I'd hate sleeping under the same roof as him. Just imagine being alone with him! A nightmare – ow!"
"Shut it," Hermione rebuked, having elbowed him in the rib again. She looked at Harry sympathetically. "I know this will work out fine. If he is now your Alpha, he will mean no harm, and that means he will hopefully be nicer to you and the rest of us. Which means no more of those insults in class, or extra homework, or detentions! Wouldn't that be nice?"
Harry smiled, nodding. "Yeah. That would be nice."
"Aw, if only," Ron whined, thinking about it.
"You never know, Ron," Ginny said with a grin. "Just stay quiet and stick close to Harry in his classes and perhaps he won't pick on you."
Perhaps it would be fine.
Harry glanced up at Snape once more to find charcoal-black eyes staring back at him. A shiver runs through his body, for the fact that Snape was scrutinizing Harry with curiosity and intimidation instead of animosity.
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Later that night, Harry laid in bed in the Gryffindor common room for the last time. He could hear the rumbling of snores and the soft whispers of breath from his roommates, soundly sleeping. Yet, Harry was too riled up to sleep. He was quite tired, stressed about school and the news he got today, but yet he could not settle for the night.
He was anxious for what tomorrow would bring. He could not believe he was going to be living under the same roof as his teacher and crush. He couldn't even believe he had a crush on the man. Snape was just so…different from other people. It was his demeanour and tone of voice that always made Harry aroused in the craziest of moments. He always bore erections to and from class, sometimes mistakenly coming in his trousers. He could not help it though, Snape had this air about him that just did strange things to Harry's body.
Now that he was an Omega, he felt even more aroused.
Just the mere thought of him made a bulge form in Harry's pyjama bottoms.
He sighed. He knew he had to take care of it, or he'd never get to sleep.
It was a constant routine every night, especially when Snape crossed his mind. He really only got hard at the thought of the old man, not any of his fellow classmates. Sure, he's had mixed feelings about some of them, but he's never thought of going out with them before. Harry only ever thought of guys, and found himself staring at them in the Gryffindor dormitory or the Quidditch changing rooms when they were undressing and having showers. He couldn't help staring. He tried not to, as he didn't want to come across as creepy.
Most of his classmates that were guys were after girls. They used to tried to talk Harry into dating girls, but when he did, he found that females weren't his type. There was the awkward date and kiss with Cho Chang and then again with Ginny, and although it wasn't as awkward with Ginny, Harry still didn't feel any spark. That's when he found out that he was gay. He didn't come out to others until they kept pestering him about women, and he just could not stand another comment on big breasts and girl's anatomies.
Funnily enough, they weren't that surprised to hear Harry come out, for they found he was never interested in the conversations they had about women. Harry was surprised when Ron and Hermione had already caught on that he was gay, too. Apparently Ron saw Harry staring at his older brothers whenever he visited the Weasley's. Harry blushed at that, as he didn't want anything to be awkward around them. Ron told him not to worry about it.
Fetching his wand from his bedside table, Harry casted a silencing charm around his bed. He knew it wouldn't hold for long, but hopefully it was enough so no one would notice. Everyone was still sound asleep, paying no mind to what Harry was about to do.
Harry slipped his pyjama bottoms down so he was bare from the waist down. He summoned lube with his wand and spread it onto his aching cock. It dripped down, mixing with his pre-cum that had formed at the tip. His pants carried a small wet patch from it.
Harry gradually grew more aroused as he pumped his cock with his fist and fondled his balls. His cock turned stiff, curving upwards to his stomach. More pre-cum dripped from the tip and he licked it off. He moaned at the taste, surprised he found he liked it so much. As he masturbated, a familiar face crossed his mind, and he almost came right then and there. Not yet, he could wait a little longer.
He imagined Snape chastising him in class, with that deep, cool voice running through his veins as he stared into the man's dark eyes. Groaning, he soaked his finger with the lube from his cock and shoved it into his aching pucker. He winced at the slight pain but soon felt immense pleasure when he hit the spot inside him. He added one more, then another two, liking the feel of all his fingers inside him.
Crying out, he came spectacularly, spurting all over himself and the bed. He melted in bliss as he came down from his high and pulled out his fingers. He sucked them off, not knowing why it made him so aroused. Ever since his inheritance, he had to masturbate more and more and didn't know why or how to stop it. His hole felt like it was aching to be filled, and he wondered if that was normal for an Omega. He noticed he was producing more fluid from inside his rectum. It was strange.
After a simple cleaning spell, Harry drifted off to sleep, too exhausted and content to chuck his pants back on.