Chapter 15
Night with Snakes
The bullying naturally didn't stop; however, it was a comfort for Harry to have his dormmates defend him. Seamus and Dean took it upon themselves, whenever Ron and Hermione weren't around, to ack as sort of bodyguards for the Omega as an act of contrition. It was amusing to Harry, having the two Betas act as bodyguards, however, he was just happy to have his friends back again, so he overlooked the times when they were being a little too pushy about guarding him. One thing he wished they could fully guard him against, however, was the Alpha Protein that always found its way into Harry's food. He felt bad giving it to Ron always, as it made the Alpha go into an almost lustful frenzy however every time Harry tried to say nothing or just refuse to eat, Ron just brushed off his concerns, "It's nothing really mate, just means I get to nut harder," he joked a week into classes.
"RON!" Hermione screamed. "Honestly!"
"Uh, I'll eat it," Neville said softly. Another change that Harry never realized was that the other sixth-years ate with them again. Neville was sitting between Parvati and Seamus, directly in front of Harry. The Omega looked up at Neville than blushed, "You sure?" he asked.
"Uh yeah," Neville nodded. Harry shrugged and traded plates with Neville. He let Ron smell it and the Alpha nodded, saying it was clean. They started eating, and it was only halfway that Harry smelt something new. He glanced up at Neville, whose cheeks were blushing deeply red and he squirmed uncomfortably. Harry too started to feel uncomfortable as Neville's arousal flooded him in waves. Harry's hand moved to hold onto his necklace, drastically shortening the chain length so that he could smell Draco's scent and override Neville's protein-fueled lust. Harry cleared his throat and focused on the food in front of him. When they were done eating, Harry smiled at Neville, "Thanks Nev, can you and I talk for a second?" he asked.
"Um sure," Neville said, although his cheeks were still blushing red.
"Good, Ron, come with?" Harry said. Ron nodded and the three stood up, Neville looking around awkwardly as he held his robes in front of him, pushing his hands forward in his pocket. Harry led the two Alphas out of the Great Hall and across the entrance hall into the courtyard outside. He took a breath of the fresh air and turned to Neville, "Thanks again for eating it," he smiled. "I hated putting Ron into those lust frenzies."
Ron shrugged, once again saying it was no problem while Neville blushed, "N-No problem," he muttered. "Uhm I just didn't know that umm. … it's still not, down, you know. Oh god, I sound like a perverted criminal!" He groaned.
"You're not a pervert," Ron said, "it's the Alpha Protein, believe me, the first time I had it my scent almost smothered Harry," he grinned.
"Actually Ron, uhm Neville's scent was stronger," Harry blushed. "Although that might be because I'm so used to yours."
"Oh," Ron said, he slackened, looking as though his ego deflated. He looked between Harry and Neville and bit his lip. Neville still stood awkwardly, shuffling from foot to foot as he looked at Harry, "Is uh that going to happen every day?" he asked nervously, looking down at his robes.
"No, because I'm going to figure out when exactly Dumbledore is having the protein added to my food," Harry said. He sighed and added, "I just hope I can do it before tomorrow, I have my first lessons with him."
"Is that bad?" Neville asked.
"Yes," Harry sighed, "I told you all what happened, between him and my dad."
"Oh… right," Neville said. "Uh, I'm sorry, it's just hard to wrap my head around sometimes. I believe you, Harry, I do, but… it's Dumbledore!"
"Don't worry Neville, I know how shocking this is," Harry frowned. He shook his head and looked around. "I'm going to sit with Draco for the rest of breakfast, see you guys at class." Harry left as the two Alphas said their goodbyes and made his way to the Slytherin Table in the Great Hall, ignoring the glares and rude comments as he fell onto Draco's lap, kissing him. "Hi, Alpha," he purred.
"Hello Harry, what do I owe the pleasure?" Draco chuckled.
"Whore," Pansy Parkinson spat. Harry and Draco immediately glared at her. Draco did not even say anything. He placed a finger to Harry's lips to keep him quiet as he snapped his free hand. The Slytherins around them turned their attention to Draco.
The Alpha drawled in a bored voice, "If anyone of you even thinks a bad thought about my Omega, I just want you to know that I will make it my personal mission to leave you penniless and without any respect."
The Slytherins around them nodded, while Pansy continued to glare. Harry returned the glare then looked at his Alpha, an idea forming. "You know Alpha, my father gave me a very interesting task," he purred. "Can I please sleep with you tonight so I can do it?" Pansy made a disgusted noise and stood up, moving down the table. Her spot was quickly taken by Daphne.
"Harry, my sweetheart, you can sleep with me just so I can enjoy your company," Draco smiled, "you are mine, after all," he chuckled and lifted the bonding necklace, kissing it.
"Yes Alpha," Harry smiled, "I'm yours."
"Good boy," Draco said, kissing him. He stared at Blaise expectantly, and the Alpha next to him moved to make room for Harry. The Omega slipped off, squeezed between the two of them and he leaned into Draco, who threw an arm around him.
"So what brings Draco's lovely cub over here?" Blaise smiled.
"I just wanted to be with him," Harry shrugged, "and you guys as well, ignoring Parkinson." He added, glancing down the table where Pansy now sat. "It's been a while."
"Well, we can all catch up tonight," Blaise smiled. "You and Theo can even trade Omega stories," he smirked and smiled at his own Omega, who only glanced at him, unamused.
Harry giggled and nodded, "Sure, but first, I'll have to do what my dad asked me. And, I'll be honest, it'll be nice to just relax before Dumbledore's lesson tomorrow," Harry sighed.
Draco frowned at that. "I've completely forgotten you had those," he muttered. "Will you be okay, Harry?"
"Yeah, I will," Harry nodded, ignoring the knot that was starting to grow in his stomach. He smiled and kissed Draco's cheek, hoping that affection would ease his Alpha. Draco relaxed under Harry's lips and the Omega smiled as he leaned away. "See? I'll be fine," he said. "More importantly, I'm going to go talk with Professor McGonagall after classes today if you want to come. I want to talk about switching my career goals."
"Alright, but what else do you want to do besides carry my children?" Draco asked with such a serious face that Harry had to stare at him for a long moment to make sure he was joking.
"For one, maybe make my own bedroom to spend my heats whenever you're being bad," Harry countered, smirking at Draco's look of horror.
"You wouldn't!"
"I would if you keep thinking like that, Alpha," Harry said. "I refuse to let you be the breadwinner."
"What? Can't I just fantasize about you waiting for me at home?" Draco asked innocently. "You'll wear a nice dress, kiss me when I get home and then I'll pamper your every need while dinner is cooking. I'll even let you wear those pink robes! Hell, I'll wear a pink suit every now and again! I thought that's what all Omegas want, right Theo? Daphne?" He looked at his two friends for help.
"I hate dresses," Theo said simply.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," Daphne said, laughing to herself. Harry shook his head and sighed before turning to Blaise, "Can an Alpha have two Omegas, perchance?" he asked.
"Harry!"
"I mean if they're that sexy enough, yeah," Blaise smirked, "but I don't think I can handle dating the Dark Lord's son, sorry Harry."
"Shame, then I'm just stuck fixing you up, eh Draco?" Harry said smiling at Draco. The blond blinked, catching at what he was doing.
"You're going to be my death, Riddle," he muttered, causing Harry to laugh. The rest of breakfast passed easily, and the couple had to separate for class, Harry going with Ron back to the Common Room while Draco made his way to Ancient Runes. In the Common Room, Harry couldn't help but notice that people were leaving them alone. They were at one of the small tables, forcing themselves to do Snape's essay, and surprisingly none of the other Gryffindors walked up to them to sneer and jeer. Instead, Harry could feel their glances, their swift barbs of anger and annoyance at him flung for seconds at a time. He was thankful that he could ignore it. There was also another glance, but it wasn't directed at Harry. It wasn't until he smelt an overly powerful perfume that he looked up to see Lavender Brown standing by them. "Hello boys," she said, smiling shyly.
"Uh, hi Lavender," Ron said. Lavender giggled at that and her smiled grew.
"So Ron, I was thinking, you're an Alpha, right?" the girl asked.
"Uh yeah, last I checked," Ron said. Lavender laughed at that too, and the two boys shared a confused look.
"Well, in case you couldn't sense it, I just happen to be an Omega myself," Lavender smiled, "so I was wondering if you were doing anything tomorrow?"
"Not really, uh Harry?"
"I'm staying with the Slytherins all day tomorrow," Harry answered.
"Oh."
Lavender smiled at this, taking it as an encouragement. She leaned against the table and batted her eyes at Ron. Harry got a good smell of her perfume and frowned; did she just drop a bottle over her? He couldn't help but think. "So Ron, how about we have lunch together? I can get out own picnic basket? There's a lovely tree by the Black Lake."
"Uhh... ummm... sure?" Ron, glancing at Harry for help. Harry just snickered quietly and shook his head.
"Great! I'll see you then, okay? At twelve," Lavender said excitedly, and she skipped away to a group of girls, all of them giggling and shushing.
Ron stayed in his seat, looking mortified. "Harry, what did I just do?" he asked.
"It looked to me that you got yourself a date, nice job mate," Harry said and looked back down at his essay. Ron, however, continued to stare into nothingness.
"A date—a date. Harry! I got a date," Ron said.
"I know, I saw."
"What am I going to do? What does she expect me to do? Am I supposed to hold her or something—what if I drop her! Or worse what if she tries to kiss me and I pull out her tongue and—"
"Ron, relax," Harry said. "You're stressing over nothing. You're going to eat, talk, and maybe do some kissing."
"But—a date!" Ron said. "What will Hermione say? Hermione! Oh god, she's going to flip when we tell her about this!" Harry just made a face and shook his head, deciding that it would be better to just focus on his essay and let Ron's moaning run its course. When their break was over, Ron was still acting odd and his oddness only increased when they met with Hermione. Ron made a sad pitiful moan and looked away like a sad puppy.
"Ron? Are you alright?" Hermione asked.
"Ron's got a date with Lavender tomorrow," Harry said.
"Harry!" Ron said, his voice cracking.
"Oh, have fun," Hermione said simply. "Unless—you didn't dribble when you asked her out, did you?"
"No!"
"She asked him out," Harry said.
Hermione shrugged at that and said, "Well, have fun with it, Ron. Why are you looking so worried about it?"
"I'm not—ahem—I'm not worried," Ron said, pausing to deepen his voice. "Let's just go to class."
Lavender Brown and her date were not brought up for the rest of the day. However, whenever she saw Ron she smiled and waved which caused Ron to give a half-grimace smile at her. "Does she expect me to give her a necklace?" he asked as they left their final class. "I don't even know how to make one!"
"It's just a date, relax," Harry said. "She most likely won't have any expectations at all Ron, no offense."
"How can you be so calm?" Ron demanded. "What about you and Malfoy, he gave you one and you two didn't even have a date technically!"
"That's because we knew each other for years and spent all our time together for those two weeks I was with my father," Harry said simply. "Look, I'll talk about this more later, I have to go to Professor McGonagall's office. Just don't overreact, okay?"
"I'll try to keep him sane," Hermione said, "Good luck, Harry."
Harry met with Draco outside of Professor McGonagall's office. They smiled as a greeting and Harry knocked on the office door as Draco wrapped an arm loosely around his shoulders. "Come in," Professor McGonagall called out, the door opening by itself.
It was a small study on the first floor of the castle. There were large windows opening to a large courtyard that Harry remembered learning how to fly a broom, as well as a large fireplace with a mantle full of old pictures. Professor McGonagall was sitting behind her desk, students' essays straightened in neat piles. She glanced up at the boys, "Mr. Potter, I assume you are here for what we have talked about?" she asked.
"I am," Harry nodded. "I hope that it's okay if I brought my Alpha, it would honestly help us both plan our futures easier."
"I do not see any reason to deny that," Professor McGonagall said. "Now Mr. Malfoy, The Heads of Houses were recently talking about their students' aspirations. Professor Snape has told me that yours is to become a Potions Masters, and become a potioneer, correct?"
"Yes, ma'am," Draco nodded.
"Then you better shape up your Transfiguration grades, though casting spells is rare in the art of potion-making, I assume that you are at least aware that there are several difficult potions that require its ingredients to be transfigured from other objects," Professor McGonagall said.
"I am, ma'am… thank you," Draco said, although his expression was sheepish. Professor McGonagall made a noise. Harry and Draco sat down in front of her desk, and Professor McGonagall pulled out a folder that had Harry's scores. "So Mr. Potter, I take it that you no longer wish to become an Auror?" she asked.
"That's right," Harry nodded.
"Now, is this because of the recent media circus and rumors about your personal life, or for another, more grounded and valid reasoning?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"I've been thinking about this for a while, and I've decided that I do not want to become an Auror based on valid reasons, this has nothing to do with what is going on," Harry said. "As you have told me before, it is a rather dangerous profession, and honestly I'm done with danger. I want to go into something that seems more beneficial and worthwhile than basically the wizarding version of a muggle cop."
"Very well," Professor McGonagall nodded. She riffled through Harry's folder before finding a sheet of paper. Using her wand, she erased some lines before looking up at him. "Do you have any interests or ideas on what you would rather do?"
"Yes, however, I'm not sure if it is exactly a career," Harry nodded.
"Well, speak up," Professor McGonagall encouraged.
Harry nodded and took a moment to figure out where to begin. "I would actually like to study Magic, like the development of Magic and what exactly makes it Light or Dark."
"The development of Magic?" Professor McGonagall repeated, frowning slightly. "Can you please further explain?"
Harry's cheeks redden a little but nodded. "I want to study and examine the properties and makings of spells, focusing on their classification of whether they are Dark or Light Magic," he said, mirroring what he has read in his father's voice.
"Will this lead to a teaching or similar position?" Professor McGonagall asked.
Harry shook his head, "No, not teaching. However, if my research could be used to reexamine what is taught, as well as several spells' classifications, I will be obviously excited."
Professor McGonagall's frown deepened. "I must admit that I find this extremely surprising, Mr. Potter. As I have told you before, you are not on any particular career path. The classes you are taking for N.E.W.T. are decided to help you achieve whichever career goal you have. These classes are prerequisites, yes, however as I have told you before the classes are not specified. You wish to study the fundamentals and developments of Magic, as well as the classification of new and old spells, am I understanding correctly?"
"Yes, Professor," Harry nodded.
"Then why haven't you chosen Ancient Runes when you were choosing your extracurricular lessons in your second or third years?" Professor McGonagall asked. "Professor Babbling's class would have provided a solid ground on which to base any and all research you do." Harry started to feel disheartened. He sank a little in his seat as Professor McGonagall continued. Draco reached out to hold Harry's hand. "I am sorry to say, Mr. Potter, that in regards to Ancient Runes, we cannot offer you a proper education that will significantly prepare you for your chosen profession. This means that after graduation, you will have to seek out additional education specifically into Ancient Runes, which will become rather costly depending on how quickly you can grasp the subject. Do you understand this, Mr. Potter?"
"I do," Harry said, his voice sounding defeated.
"That said, while Hogwarts and the Ministry do not have a specific path planned out for your goals, I believe that your current classes are all perfectly reasonable in helping you with your objectives. Most obviously, Defense of the Dark Arts as well as Charms, Transfiguration, as well as Potions, which I have explained to Mr. Malfoy," Professor McGonagall said.
Harry had to stare at her for a moment before realizing what she said, "I'm sorry—you, are you saying that it's possible?" he asked.
"Of course it is possible, it will just be difficult especially with the additional education you must take upon yourself to take after graduation," Professor McGonagall said. "You will have to especially focus on your studies to make sure to achieve the highest grades possible. We are always in need of experts constantly examining our magic, both new spells being invented as well as old creature favorites."
"Okay," Harry nodded, his smile returning in full.
"Lastly Mr. Potter, if you do publish your research, which I must admit I will be rather enthusiastic to read, I would suggest improving your penmanship or using a self-writing quill," Professor McGonagall suggested. "There will be no witch or wizard alive who will accept your findings seriously if it is written out in your usual chicken scratchings."
Harry nodded, his spirits lifting quickly as Professor McGonagall bent slightly to write in the empty space on the piece of parchment in front of her. She finished quickly and placed the parchment away. "Is there anything else you require?" she asked.
"No Professor, thank you," Harry smiled. He stood up with Draco and both smiled. They left her office and Draco immediately brought Harry to the side, kissing him deeply. "This is great news, right my Omega?" Draco grinned.
"Yeah," Harry smiled. He pulled on Draco's hand, "Come on, I want to find Ron and Hermione and tell them the good news!" Draco moved along with Harry as they looked for Ron and Hermione. They found the two in the library, Hermione working diligently on an assignment while Ron still looked as though his soul was sucked out by a Dementor.
"Harry, that was fast," Hermione said, her eyes landing on Draco and she immediately became a little defensive. "Malfoy."
Ron jumped at the voice and looked, "Oh! Harry, how'd it go?" he asked.
"Brilliant, what I want is possible," Harry smiled. "I just need to work a little harder and after I graduate I have to pay for a tutor in Ancient Runes."
"A tutor?" Hermione frowned. "What did you change your goal to?"
"Studying the development and classification of Magic," Harry answered. "My dad's book actually inspired me. I knew that I didn't want to be an Auror, it was something that I was always pushed towards. But it wasn't until my dad gave me his book that an idea came to me."
"Oh, what would you be doing then?" Hermione asked. "I can see why Ancient Runes would be a requirement for this."
"Yeah," Harry nodded sheepishly. "But I'm okay with having a tutor after I graduate."
"Well, seems like you're faring better than me," Ron said.
"Ron, it's just a date don't worry about it," Hermione said, shaking her head. Ron just groaned in response to that, causing Hermione to just roll her eyes.
"But Hermione!" Ron groaned. Harry glanced at them and bit his lip, "You'll be fine," he said. "Look, it's just lunch, right? I'll meet up with you right after, okay. Hermione and I will be in the common room, alright? But don't just run away."
"You might actually enjoy yourself, Ron," Hermione said. Harry nodded in agreement. "Anyway," he said, "I just came over to tell you guys about the meeting. I'm actually going to spend the rest of the day and night with Draco. I'll be eating with him as well."
"Oh, okay," Ron shrugged although both he and Hermione gave Draco a strange, hard look. Draco returned them but said nothing. Instead, he just shrugged and pulled Harry gently. "Come on boywife, let's go see if we can't find a private place to relax," he winked.
"Boywife?" Harry chuckled, "stealing nicknames?"
"It fits," Draco smiled, "however, would you rather 'my sweetheart'?"
"We'll talk about that later," Harry said.
"Okay, my sweet boywife, let's get away from these Gryffindors and I will shower you in love and affection, my sweet Omega," Draco purred. Harry once again rolled his eyes and waved goodbye to Ron and Hermione, leaving with his Alpha. Love and Affection, it turned out was a rough and long snog session that ended with Harry having multiple love bites all over his neck. They kept their clothes on throughout, but by the end of it, Harry could feel his pants soaked with his slick.
He glared at Draco, who smirked victoriously, holding Harry close to him as he inhaled his boywife's arousal. "Soon, my pet," Draco whispered, "we're only a week into school."
"You bastard," Harry groaned. Draco just chuckled and kissed Harry, "Tonight I'll play with you in bed," he whispered, "but only my fingers if you're a good boy."
Dinner came soon enough, and the pairing ignored any stares or whispers as they walked hand-in-hand towards the Slytherin Table. Blaise, Theo, and Daphne all smiled warmly at Harry, welcoming him as though he always belonged there. Harry glanced over to see Neville sitting in his usual seat, and when food appeared, Harry was shocked and relieved to smell, for once, that his food was untouched by the Alpha Protein. He looked over to the Gryffindor Table to see Neville's shocked face, his cheeks growing rosy. The timid Alpha traded his plate with Hermione, who ate it without a problem. "Huh," Harry said.
"What is it, love?" Draco asked.
"The Alpha Protein, it's continuing, but it's tied to my seat it seems," Harry said. "My food isn't spiked here."
Draco frowned and looked at the staff table. "That bastard old man," he muttered. "I should rip his head from his shoulders!"
"You will do no such thing!" Harry snapped. "Look, my father and I are dealing with him. I'm sorry Alpha, but there's nothing you can directly do to Dumbledore."
"But Harry—"
"Didn't you hear me?" Harry asked, "I said directly. There's still plenty you can do to make your boywife happy."
Draco grinned at the name and kissed Harry. "I know how to make my boywife happy, Harry," he whispered. Harry groaned and moved away before he could get wet. He turned to Daphne and smiled, starting a conversation with her and Theo. It was a very relaxed dinner, Harry felt happy to be surrounded by other Omegas for a change, and when dinner was over, the three stuck together as Draco and Blaise flanked them. People glared at Harry as he made his way to the Slytherin Dungeon, but nobody dared to question it until Harry stepped in.
"What's the whore doing here?" a seventh year demanded.
The door closed and Harry sighed. He looked at Draco and asked, "How many of their families here are loyal to my father? All of them?"
"Yes," Draco answered easily.
"Then, I guess I should act like my father a bit to get their attention," Harry said, sounding a little nervous. "Can you please stay away? I can't get angry when you're so close."
Draco realized what Harry wanted to do and nodded, giving his Omega a sadistic smirk. Harry stepped away, clearing his mind of his Alpha as he tried to think of every horrible interaction he had. The jeer and howls, smelling Cormac's arousal and the boys constantly goading him, mocking him for sex. He felt his anger grow, reaching out from inside of him as well as something else, something foreign yet familiar. It was power, great power, and Harry needed it in that moment. He found the seventh year who called out and recognized him as Urquhart, Slytherin's new Quidditch Captain. He pulled his wand out and barely pointed his wand at the teen before he hissed out, "Crucio!" The Cruciatus Curse shocked everyone, Urquhart falling to the ground screaming in pain. Harry kept the spell for as long as he could. He could feel his anger draining quickly, and gritted his teeth as he held on, the curse's power weakening until Urquhart was just twitching on the floor.
Harry's arm fell and he panted heavily, looking around at the group around him. He felt a power inside him, a strange power that made him feel happy, really happy. He wanted to feel it again. He realized what was going on and pocketed his wand. "I have something to say!" He yelled out, "and I don't want anyone interrupting!"
The room was quiet as the Slytherins all backed away from Harry, giving him a clearing. He smiled at that and circled around slowly, meeting everyone's eyes. "I know that a lot of you have your misgivings about Dumbledore," he began. "and I'm happy for that. The old man has done many awful things, but listen to this, the worst of his crimes. Sixteen years ago, when I was only a month old, Dumbledore had people steal me. I was left with the Potters, who took care of me for a year until they died, and I was unjustly sent to suffer under muggles who are not related to me for fifteen years. This summer, however, I found my father, and my father found me. My name, my full name, is Harrison Salazar Riddle. Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord whom your parents follow, is my father!"
He waited for any reaction only to be met with silence. Pansy Parkinson stepped forward, her face looking smug as she laughed, "Yeah right! You're just a liar, Potter!"
"No, he's not," Daphne Greengrass said. "Harry is really the Dark Lord's son."
"He is staying at my home," Draco said. "The Dark Lord has been using my family's manor as his headquarters. My Omega is our Lord's son, I've suffered the man's trials just to begin our courtship."
"Even if that's true, Potter's still a whore," Pansy said victoriously, "a loose cheap whore who'll do anything for cock."
"You really want to call the Dark Lord's son a cheap whore, Parkinson?" Daphne asked. "I don't exactly think that is a good idea."
Murmurs surrounded them and Harry couldn't help but smirk as he saw some of the Slytherins starting to look at Pansy uncomfortably. He looked around and thought for a second before saying, "My father is merciful. He will forgive any insult or horrible thought sent his son's way in ignorance. After all, we have been separated for sixteen years. However, if you continue to do what Parkinson is doing, who can say what will happen? I'm writing a letter to my father later tonight. If I were you guys, I'd hope that I don't mention you."
"Liar, you're just trying to dupe us," Pansy said, "Watch! Tonight Potter's going to do nothing but ride all the sixth year boys' cocks! Even disgusting Crabbe and Goyle!"
"Now that's just rude," Blaise said simply, "You know they're boyfriends."
Pansy just stared at Blaise slack-jawed. The Alpha just grinned and winked before turning to Harry, "Remember, her last name is P-A-R-K-I-S-O-N."
"Zabini!" Pansy screamed.
"I know how to spell her name, and you will all see what happens when you insult your Lord's son," Harry smiled. "I don't need to act directly like I have with Urquhart." He paused to collect his thoughts when he heard an amused chuckle hissing. From the shadows, he saw a large snaking slithering towards him. The students all screamed and jumped out of the way, but Harry grinned, recognizing Nagini immediately and knelt down. "Hello Mama Nagini, what are you doing here?"
"I felt you pull magic from my Horcrux, Harrison. I am here to check on you," Nagini hissed, but Harry immediately recognized his father.
"Father? How are you here?"
"You doubt that I could not find a way to observe you?" Voldemort chuckled. He hissed and looked around happily. "I see you are where you belong, finally."
"I'm only staying the night, I'm still a Gryffindor," Harry chuckled. "I was actually going to send you a letter tonight! I think you'll be proud." The students around Harry stared horrified as Harry moved to sit down on the floor, hissing happily at the snake. He felt their stares and looked around, blinking confusedly. "Oh!" He looked at Draco and smiled, "My father is possessing Nagini to check on me," he said.
"So… the Dark Lord is here right now?" Draco asked, his skin palling a little.
"Yes, and the Malfoy brat has better taken good care of you, Harrison," Voldemort answered.
"He is," Harry answered in English. "Draco takes real good care of me, right Alpha?"
"Uh-huh," Draco nodded.
"I see, then why have you pulled on my horcrux's magic?" Voldemort asked.
"I did not mean to. I came in here to do as you told me to, and one of the students, Urquhart, called me a whore. I was drawing on my anger and used the Cruciatus Curse on him," Harry explained.
"Good job Harrison, I am so proud of you," Voldemort hissed. "And I take it they all are on your side by now?"
Harry shook his head. "No father, Pansy Parkinson continued to deny that we are related and that I am a slut." Voldemort nodded and hissed angrily. The lower half of Nagini's body coiled, the long thick snake pushing itself up until it was almost standing at five feet from the ground. The Slytherins all screamed and back up, Pansy jumping away as Voldemort turned towards her and hissed angrily, showing off Nagini's deadly fangs. Voldemort turned to Harry, and asked "Do you have any attachment to Parkinson?"
"No, father," Harry answered.
"Good. Write to me your letter, Harrison. As for your friend's parent, she has been fooled by Dumbledore. From her memories, it seems that she believes that you were prescribed vitamins to counter the muggles' treatment," Voldemort explained.
Harry smiled. "Thank you father, Ron will be relieved to hear that." He smiled and thought for a moment, "Father?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
"Behave, Harrison," the Dark Lord replied. Harry felt a little sadden that Voldemort did not repeat the words, however, he figured that it would be weird for the Dark Lord would say words of affection in front of others, even if it was in Parseltongue. Voldemort moved Nagini's body, coiling around Harry with a quickness that scared others. Draco, however, was surprisingly calm. There was a pressure and Harry heard his father hiss in his ear, "Be a good boy Harrison, know that you take a majority of my heart."
"Is that how you say you love me, father?" Harry teased. Voldemort only replied by tightening briefly. He slithered away, disappearing in the darkness. Harry got to his feet and moved to Draco, taking his Alpha's arms, and wrapping them around him. "My father says you're a good Alpha for taking care of me," he whispered, kissing Draco's cheek.
"I'm happy I have my lord's approval," Draco smiled. Harry hummed and looked at the crowd.
"Who does not believe me?" he asked, only to have no answer. "Good," he purred. "Draco, can I borrow your parchment? I need to write a letter."
"Of course my pet," Draco said, trying out the nickname. The Slytherins parted as Harry and Draco walked passed them, Draco pulling his Omega into his dormitory. Harry immediately wrote his letter to his father, telling him about his meeting with Professor McGonagall, as well as his successful conversion of his dormmates and all of Slytherin. He ended with his anxiety with Dumbledore's upcoming lesson tomorrow, before reassuring his father that no matter what, he has Draco. Draco took the letter and sealed it, wrapping Harry's letter with another letter with a small note to his father. The entire thing was labeled for Mr. Malfoy. "Alpha," Harry purred, "Can I tell you something?" He stood up from the desk, and walked towards Draco's bed, slipping his shoes off.
"Yes, Omega?" Draco asked, meeting Harry. He gave a gentle push and the two fell, Draco pushing his shoes off with his feet.
Harry's cheeks blushed and he licked his lips as he said, "I like it… when you call me pet and one more thing."
"Oh? And what is that thing, my pet?" Draco asked, his hands roaming Harry's chest, pushing his robes open and starting to unbutton Harry's shirt. The Omega gasped as his skin was revealed, and Draco's hot hands pressed against his skin, sliding to his Harry's nipples which hardened instantly.
"Ah-ahh," Harry moaned.
"What's the other name that you like Harry?" Draco chuckled, squeezing his nipples hard.
"Boy—boywife," Harry blushed.
Draco smirked and with a flick of his wand, Harry was completely naked and the curtains around his bed were closed. "Then I should do my duty as an Alpha and bring my boywife pleasure," he purred. Harry moaned and nodded. He gave a scream as Draco suddenly lifted his lower body, Harry's legs dangling over his head as his ass rested against Draco's chest. His cock started to harden as his hole got wet. Draco spread Harry's cheeks and grinned, "I think I'll start with a little tongue play, be a good boywife, Harry, and scream."
A/N: Look at Harry and Draco being kinky! But what will happen when Voldemort and Remus visit a certain shop? And what about Dumbledore's lesson? And will Ron's date go alright, or will it have a disastrous ending?
Love Faith Embers: I told ya not to hate on Hermione! Lmao. As writing for November in October? I smell cheating lmao.
Jwstahle: Glad to see you're happy that Hermione finally realized it.
HoneyBear84: Thanks!
The Wolf's Knight: That's a shame, but as always I will be expecting both her and your reactions to this! (And please tell me you do voices for the characters). And don't worry, I love long ramble reviews. So you want Harry to have baby siblings... as well as get pregnant himself? Heat is coming up, we'll see what happens.
Gindensmi: Thanks!
Mizzrazz72: I mean yeah...
Rori Potter: Tune in next time to find out.
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EddaValkyrie: Because they know Harry. And Harry verbally explained, along with, most importantly, Neville siding and agreeing with Harry. It might take some time for them to fully see that they're wrong, like Hermione did, however they will surely work towards it.