"Darling, why is boy wonder staring at you from Gryffindor table? He hasn't taken his eyes off you since you sat down." Pansy had convinced Draco, after him asking a thousand times, if he smelled like a 'bitch in heat', to join her and Blaise for dinner.
Draco looked up from pushing his pot pie around on his plate and sure enough Potter was watching him, nodding ever so often to what Weasley was saying beside him. At one point Weasley looked over to see what Harry was looking at, and he elbowed Harry in the side. He said something that made Potter laugh and they both went back to eating.
Draco swallowed hard. He was trying to control his scent. Why was it that Potter got him going so damn easily. "I'm not very hungry, I'm going to head back down to the common room. I have that Potions essay I haven't even started yet. And if I don't get it finished before I'm locked away for three to five days, I'll never get it done." He pushed his plate back and grabbed his bag. "Will you bring me a scone if they have any for dessert? Blueberry please."
Draco smiled at his friends and hurried out of the great hall, hoping to slip by everyone mostly undetected.
Once he had reached the corridor and the familiar route back to the dungeon, he had relaxed. First mistake of the evening clearly.
"Oi! Malfoy. Wait up." He heard someone yell and before he could turn and respond he felt a stinging hex hit him in the leg making him yelp and drop his bag. Before he could draw his wand, a strong body was pushed up against his.
"Finch-Fletchley." Draco gasped out as an arm came across his throat effectively taking his breath away. Draco cringed at the scent coming off of him. It was flooding his senses, making him... compliant.
"You know, I had heard your dad was willing to sell you off for a decent settlement. I was thinking about writing to him. Can you imagine? I would walk you around like I owned you and show you which one of us was really inferior. " Justin pulled off enough to allow Draco to gasp in a few breaths. "Or I could just mate you. Then you wouldn't have much of a choice at all would you? I'd let all my friends have a go at you, for all the shit things you did to us through the war."
Draco watched Justin lean in and take a deep breath of his scent. "Nervous Malfoy? You should be. I can smell it on you. Earlier, at dinner I could smell you all worked up. Like someone would ever want you for anything but breeding." Before Draco could respond a fist connected with his stomach leaving him coughing and sputtering. Seconds later another connected with the side of his face, a sickening crunch ringing in his ears. The wizard let go of him and let him slide to the floor. A foot connected with his side making him protect himself in a ball.
"Justin? What are you doing out here with Malfoy?"
Draco was pretty sure that was Weasleys voice. Was he knocked unconscious and dreaming?
"Just giving him a lesson on who's in charge these days not that it's any of your business. Neither of you have any claim on him. I can do what I see is fit. "
Neither? Who else was with Weasley. Potter or Granger he assumed.
"Is that what you think Justin?" Potter growled defensively. He heard them come closer and he flinched when he felt hands on him trying to help him sit up.
"Harry, mate? We need to get ferret face to the hospital wing. Looks like his Justin broke his cheek bone, and his nose is bleeding. Anything else hurt Malfoy?"
Draco blinked his one good eye, now that the other was quickly swelling shut. He had to be dreaming. "N-no. Not too bad. I'm fine."
He could see Harry had backed Justin into the wall. He could hear what was being said, but he saw Justin sniff Harry and make a face. He then put his hands up as a way of retreating.
"Harry, beat the man later. Right now, hospital wing." Weasley bent down and wrapped an arm around his waist and hoisted him up like he weighed nothing.
"No, I don't want to go to the hospital wing. Just let me get to the dorms. Pansy can heal it when she comes after dinner."
Potter let go of Justin and moved towards Draco eyeing him up. "Not a chance Malfoy. I'm not leaving you like this. So either Ron and I can drag your arse down to the hospital wing, or you can get dragged back to our common room and let Hermione have a look. The choice is yours."
Draco glared at Potter, wanting to retort back, but he couldn't. He was suffocating him with Alpha pheromones, leaving him in no position to argue. "Hospital Wing then."
Potter moved towards him wrapping an arm around him to steady him, Weasley letting go and stepping back.
"Are you good? Or do you want me to follow you two down?." Ron asked as the three of them made their way back.
"I got it. Thanks Ron. I won't be too long. I'll see you back in the common room."
Draco watched Weasley give him another once over but nodded. "Okay. I'll let Hermione know, other wise she will be locking down the school to find you. See you later Malfoy." With that the red head left them taking the staircase.
Draco walked quietly alongside Potter, leaning against him to keep himself steady. He felt a little dizzy. Potter must have noticed because he glanced over at him.
"I can carry you the rest of the way if you don't feel well enough to walk." Potter offered like they were old time friends.
"Oh so now I'm being allowed to make choices am I Potter?" Draco snapped aggravated that he was even stuck in this position.
Potter had the nerve to laugh. "I would say I'm sorry for pulling the Alpha card on you back there but I would be lying. Let's be real Malfoy, if you don't get this looked at and taken care of quick and your face scars, you'll be pissed. So I did what I had to to get you to make a choice. If you would like me to take away that option again right now I would be more than happy to. Makes my Alpha side feel good when I do things like carry weak Omegas around."
Draco scoffed, "I am not weak Potter. You simply have an advantage over me that I can't help."
"Whatever you have to say to make yourself feel better Malfoy." Potter was smiling.
"You're taking a piss at me aren't you." Draco frowned. Potter was having a good old time riling Draco right up.
"Ah see, I knew you weren't all beauty. Yes Malfoy. I'm busting your bollocks. I know you're not weak. You're bloody stubborn and it made both our lives easier if you didn't argue for twenty minutes with me."
"Why were you in that corridor anyways? That only leads to the dungeons and I find it hard to believe you and the Weasel were out for a stroll. You two were eating when I left the great hall."
"I watched you leave, and then Justin went right after. I just had a bad feeling he was up to something. I had over heard him earlier in class saying he was going to try cornering you this week. I knew if he pulled the Alpha card, he would have you sucking his cock in the hallway, then inviting all his mates to take a go and something tells me you weren't going to be a fan of that."
"Well my savior." Draco fawned dramatically, causing Potter to laugh.
"What can I say. I have a complex and you were the perfect damsel in distress. You could just say thank you. You know."
"Why do you care so much what happens to me Potter. I would think you would have been in line to make me suffer with Justin."
Potter opened the door to the infirmary, "Well that's obvious Malfoy, but I don't share what's mine, the only cock you would be sucking is mine and trust me, you would want to. It wouldn't be suffering."
Before Draco couldn't even start to unpack what he said, Madam Pomfrey came bustling over, took one look at Draco and swept him away from Potter.
"Thank you Mr.Potter. I will take it from here. Now back to your dorm before you end up out after curfew. Come Mr. Malfoy. Let's get you right as rain. You should be able to head back to your rooms in the morning. "
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"Potter said what exactly?" Blaise asked the next day, walking Draco back from the infirmary. Draco was thankful it was Saturday and he didn't have to face Potter anytime soon.
"He literally told me, that he had no intentions to share me, and that I would love sucking his cock. I mean, can you believe the bollocks on Potter?!"
Draco threw his hands up in frustration. "Why in bloody hell is Potter so interested in whether he has to share me or not? We hate each other, and here he is... flirting with me. Boldly too. He's mental right? Or am I mental."
Draco sighed over dramatically. He glanced over at his best friend. "Well, are you going to say something?"
Blaise shrugged, " I mean. I have plenty I could say, but I just don't think you are going to want to hear a word of it to be honest Dray."
Once inside the common room, Draco sank into a comfy arm chair close to the fire. "Just say it. I can handle it."
Blaise sat on the love seat watching his friend for a few moments. "Has it occurred to you, that Potter is an Alpha. And you are an Omega. That he may, well Draco, he may want what every other Alpha wants. To mate you. It's no secret that boy wonder broke up with girl weasel. He's on the market, and everyone throws themselves at him, but you. You are the one person in the castle who won't even look at him. You are a challenge. You make his Alpha beg to dominate you."
"So you think this is some game? That Potter wants me, because he wants what he shouldn't and can't have?"
"That is exactly what I am saying Draco. Marking you as his and parading you around would be the ultimate prize. Knotting you and breeding you would only be a bonus for him. The only benefit you get from accepting Potters advances is, well, he's bloody Harry Potter. There's no one else who's title would be worth more than that. If you can get him to mate you Draco, you would be set for the rest of your life. This could benefit you."
"You make a good point. He would take the pressure off me at school from jerks like Justin. It doesn't have to be love right? He doesn't even have to deal with me if he doesn't want to besides my heats and his ruts... Fuck. I'm really going to do this. I guess that means I better start being Nice to Potter. "
"Well, he already said he'd take a blow job." At that Draco threw a pillow at Blaise laughing.