Authors note: trying something new. Let me know what you think.
"I heard they disinherited him the second they found out. That's why he's dressed like that. True riches to rags story."
"I heard that when his dad found out, he let the left over death eaters pass him around like a play thing. Just a party favor for everyone to enjoy. "
"Dirty and used, he will never find an alpha to take him now. Well, unless his daddy sells him to some old Alpha looking for a breeding bitch."
"First male omega in the Malfoy line in over two hundred. He's an embarrassment to his family. The whole line has always been Alphas."
Draco kept his head down as he walked through the whispers, books tight to his chest, eyes to the floor. He never had to worry about walking the halls before this year. People cowered when they saw him coming. Respected his authority. Now? Now the universe had played a cruel joke on him. Placing him on the bottom of the food chain.
He tried not to travel alone, usually Blaise or Pansy accompanied him between classes. Always safety in numbers. But he had gotten out early, Blaise was still in muggle studies and Pansy in divination.
The rumors flying around drove him crazy, but he didn't have the energy to fight back. Especially today. God forbid there be an Alpha in the mix of kids, he would just further embarrass himself. Soon as they decided to use that tone and control him, he could only imagine what they would do. Better to not engage unless necessary. Even his god father had said so.
Suddenly, lost in his own thoughts, Draco collided with something hard, causing him to lose his balance and hit the floor, books and parchment flying everywhere. Draco blinked several times, realizing he had ran into somebody, not something.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking..." Draco didn't even look at the person as he quickly started collecting his stuff. He needed to get out of there before something happened.
The other wizard bent down to help, Draco catching the earthy scent that rolled off of him. God, he smelt like a wet dream.
"Since when do you go around apologizing to people Malfoy? I didn't even think sorry was in your vocabulary?"
Fuck Merlin eight ways sideways. Of course he would be running into bloody Potter. "Well Potter, believe it or not, I was raised with manners and class. Just because you exhibit caveman behaviors and have never needed an apology from me, doesn't mean I don't use the word." Draco glared at the boy... man... in front of him.
Potter had grown a few inches over the summer, easily towering over Draco's 5'8 frame. Looking at him, Draco could see he had clearly come into his second gender on his seventeenth birthday. Broad shoulders, thick arms, solid chest, all screaming Alpha to anyone who just glanced. There was no doubt about it. Even the scent that rolled off him was utterly manly. It would make anyone swoon.
Potter handed him the books and parchment he had collected, and had the gall to smile at him. "Well, I guess you have a point. I am a bit of a caveman. Guess that's why everyone wants me to throw them over my shoulder and carry them away and have my way with them yeah?"
The man had the audacity to wink. Bloody Harry Potter winked at him.
Draco snatched his belongings back, his eyes wide with confusion. What was the man playing at. "That is disgusting Potter. The last thing I needed in my mind today, was that image. So thank you. Now I will need hours of therapy just to function tomorrow." He swallowed thickly. He had to get out of there. Potters tone was doing things to his lower regions that he didn't want to have to explain.
Draco went to move around Potter when a heavy hand yanked him dead in his tracks. Potter leaned in close to his ear, and took a whiff of his neck.
"Smells like you're lying Malfoy. You're going to head back to the dorm and wank to images of me carrying you away. Imagines of me taking you from behind like the dirty little Omega that you are. I can smell your slick from here. Not so good at keeping that mask up anymore are you?"
Potter let him go with a hard laugh, brushing his robes off. "You smell like a bitch in heat Malfoy, I would go shower and change before you cause a disturbance at dinner. " With that, he walked away like nothing had happened.
What the actual fuck, was all Draco could think before he hurried down the halls and back down to Slytherin common room and dorms.
How dare Potter talk to him like that. How dare he use his Alpha tone to drag out Draco's submissive side and make him want to be fucked right there in the corridor. Bloody Potter. He blamed it on his instincts. He couldn't help it. He was close to a heat and his body wanted an Alpha.
Draco didn't stop to talk to anyone as he hurried through the common room and down the hall to his room. He gathered his shower bag and headed right to the lavatory. His pants and thighs sticky from his arousal. Potter was going to be a nightmare this year. Savior of the world, his ass. More like biggest thorn in his side. He just wanted to get his N.E.W.T.s and get out. He just had to stay clear of Potter. How hard could that be?
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Ron watched Harry drop his bag onto his bed and made a face. "Who in the world have you been rolling around with? You smell like you just came from a whore house." Ron's nose twitched and he pretended to gag until his best mate slapped him in the arm.
"I do not. Stop it. Taking the bloody piss at me. I ran into Malfoy in the hallway. Literally. He's awful at controlling his scent. Walking around like that. It just clings to you."
Harry pulled off his sweater and gave it a sniff. Sure enough, it smelt like Malfoy. It was sweet like peaches and it made his mouth water. He went to toss it in the laundry basket, hesitated, and then left it on his trunk instead.
"Malfoy? I heard he was an Omega. I haven't seen him much though. Just briefly grabbing meals to take back to his dorm I assume. Even in classes I noticed he sits in the back and away from everyone." Ron pulled on his trainers. "Are you coming down for dinner? I heard it's chicken pot pie tonight. You know that's my favorite."
Harry laughed, "you know, I think if you could mate with food, you would."
Ron just shrugged at him, "What can I say. I'm an easy man to please. Keep my belly full and my bollocks empty and I'll never stray."
Harry shook his head, "I didn't need that information mate. Honestly. I'll be down for dinner in a bit. I want to wash Malfoy's stank off me. I'll meet you and Mione down there." Harry grabbed some clean clothes and his things.
"Yeah, that's a good idea. Wouldn't want to chase away any actual potential mates with them thinking you're out playing with Malfoy. I've heard he's quite the slut. You don't need that for sure."
Harry laughed a bit and watched Ron head out. Ron was a good best mate. He had been super supportive when he had come into his second gender and decided that Ginny wasn't exactly what he was looking for.
He also had a feeling that Ginny would present as an Alpha herself on her next birthday. While it wasn't impossible to mate two Alphas together, it just wasn't something that was done often. Besides, it had taken a bit, but he had admitted to Ron and Hermione, he was pretty sure he preferred male company. Which meant, either mating a beta or an alpha. Male omegas were extremely rare. Most male omegas mated almost right away due to their rarity. The fact that they could produce offspring made them extremely desirable. Some families even went as far as to sell them off to the highest bidder. Older Alphas looking to use the omegas as breeding tools.
He now understood why Hermione fought so hard for rights of creatures and under privileged. Hermione had jammed books down his throat the second he had presented. Making sure he understood everything there was about second genders. The laws surrounding Omegas were crude and really outdated. They could be treated like objects instead of humans. Hermione wanted Harry to understand the power he had over others as an Alpha. So he wouldn't accidentally abuse it.
He would be lying if he said that he hadn't found the information helpful. Clearly, the books weren't lying. Just the sound of his voice had been enough to turn Malfoy into a puddle. And he had only been testing and flexing the power a bit.
That man was sex on legs. He wasn't surprised he was an Omega. His lithe form made him almost feminine. While the prat was bossy, you could tell he wanted to please someone. Pouty lips, soft hair, smelling as good as he did. No wonder the Alphas we're having a pissing contest on who got to him first.
Even though Malfoy had been disinherited, he was worth the trouble just for the rarity.
Harry would be lying if he didn't admit he was a bit interested in joining the pissing contest. He wondered what Ron and Hermione would say. He didn't want someone who would fall all over themselves to be with him. He wanted someone with life and spark, who would try and tell him no and not let him have his way just because he could. There was a fight in Malfoy that made his groin stir. Getting Malfoy wouldn't be too hard. He could stop and put his name on the list of potential candidates for Malfoy to spend his next heat with.
He had heard from Madam Pomfrey, while she was going over Harrys medical, that Malfoy had spent his first week back in school in heat, and spent it alone. She had been reminding Harry that if and when he found a mate that heats were painful if spent alone and he would need to be an adequate partner by supporting them during that time. He was pretty sure she wasn't suppose to tell him about Malfoy, but he was never the one expected to follow the rules.
Harry picked up his sweater one more time inhaling Malfoy's sickly sweet scent. Yeah, he could get use to that. So, just maybe he would make him all his. Deciding in that moment, he slipped the scented sweater back on. He was going to have a little bit of fun.