Chapter 19

Heat and Scent

Harry could feel his heat coming on him. He woke up with his pants and ass wet from slick. It was on the exact day that he told Professor McGonagall, and he had half a mind to make sure that his Invisibility Cloak was tucked into his bag before Madam Pomfrey met him outside the entrance to Gryffindor Tower.

"You have your books and things?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"Yes ma'am," Harry nodded, his cheeks starting to feel a little warm.

"Good, now follow me and be quick about it," Madam Pomfrey said. "Your room is ready; meals will come to you directly. You will have no contact with anyone during your two days, your heat is two days long, correct?"

"Yes ma'am," Harry said as he followed Madam Pomfrey. She led him away from the seventh floor towards the marble staircase where they climbed down towards the fifth floor. On the landing, she opened a door to their left and walked in. "Now, you will eat what you can during, but do not force yourself. There are some Omegas who cannot stand even the sight of food during their heat and eat vigorously afterward. So if you feel you are not hungry at all, just leave the plate where it is, and it will vanish in an hour."

"Okay, ma'am," Harry nodded. Down the corridor, they went and turned a corner where a door waited at the end. Madam Pomfrey opened the door for Harry, and they walked in. "I hope you have memorized the path, Mr. Riddle," she said. "Here is where you'll be spending your heat."

They were in a circular room with many doors. She led Harry to a room with a nameplate on it that read Harry Riddle. "Right now, last check you have everything you need," she said as she held the doorknob.

"I do," Harry nodded, a hand casually in his pocket.

"Good, now if you excuse me, I have students in the hospital wing. Someone decided it was a good idea to bring in those Weasleys' Ton-Tongue Toffee and give them to first years!" Madam Pomfrey fussed, looking extremely ignored. "So in you go, Riddle. I will be back to check on you after your heat is over. And try not to stain the bedding."

"Yes, ma'am," Harry said, his face flaming red now.

"Good. Now the door will lock automatically after you are in," she said and opened the door. Harry walked in and turned to see Madam Pomfrey hurrying away. The door stayed open for a moment before slowly swinging close. Harry pulled out the quill that was in his pocket, thankful that he had the foresight to ask other Omegas about the isolation rooms and knelt down to stick the quill in the door's corner so that it does not close completely while having the appearance that it is closed.

Satisfied, Harry turned to examine the room he would be forced to spend two days a month in for the rest of his schooling. It was better than what he originally thought. It was a normal-looking bedroom of decent size. There was a desk for him to do school work with a small table and chair next to it, as well as a four-poster bed like in the dormitory and a fake window enchanted to look over the grounds of Hogwarts. Harry could feel his heat already filling the room and blushed as his hole started to get wetter. He swallowed back a moan as he forced himself to go to the desk and sit down. He and Draco already agreed that Harry would be at the Room of Requirement after class. That left the day for Harry to sit in the isolation room, his heat swelling, and slowly filling the air.

Breakfast arrived and Harry was amazed that he could work on an essay for Transfiguration as he ate, leaving the empty plate on the small table. An hour after it arrived, the plate vanished, and Harry was left with his heat and classwork. Time moved agonizingly slow for the Omega. He forwent his pants long ago as his hole just continued to leak with need and his cock begging for attention. It would come in waves, his cock hardening and softening periodically but the end result left his lower regions sticky and the teen panting. He was somehow able to finished his essay for Professor McGonagall, as well as his homework for Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout when his watch went off. Classes were over and he somehow worked through lunch. He did not feel hungry in the slightest and as he looked at the table, he saw that there was no plate just as Madam Pomfrey told him. He stood up and took a breath as he pulled his pants on. "Come on Riddle, just walk quickly," he muttered. He could feel a strong wave of arousal coming, and he needed to be in the Room of Requirement before it hits him.

Harry pulled out the Invisibility Cloak and threw it over him. He left the room carefully and made sure the door was closed just as it was before with the quill holding it barely open. He looked around, seeing no one else, and snuck out. Using secret passageways, Harry quickly made it to the seventh floor and when he reached the Room of Requirement's corridor, he ran through three times before walking into the door.

It was a bedroom double the size of the isolation room. The bed inside was king-size, and there were small tables with two chairs around them. Harry threw off the Invisibility cloak and took off his clothes as he reached the bed. His mind succumbing to the strongest wave of need, he fell down and moaned as he spread his legs and started fingering his wet hole, "Alpha," he whined desperately, his free hand twerking a nipple. He continued to play with his hole and nipple as his nipple started to pearl with milk, showing Harry's fertility. He moaned and dragged his hand through it, lapping at the finger. This was how Draco Malfoy found him when the Alpha entered the room.

"Alpha," Harry whined as their eyes met.

"Harry," Draco purred, his voice reverberating against the Omega. The door closed and Draco breathed in Harry's scent deeply, smirking at him. "Mate." He too casually discarded his clothes, revealing a very hard and very thick and long cock between his legs. The Alpha had just enough foresight to point his wand at his cock and mutter the contraception charm before throwing his wand to the side.

They smashed together in a fiery kiss, their cocks pushing against each other. They moaned in the kiss, Harry thrusting up to meet with his Alpha as he turned his head to the side, bearing his neck. Draco licked and kissed his way down Harry's neck, staying in one place and biting it, causing his sweet boywife to mewl highly. He needed Draco to mark him. To bite him over and over until he was covered by his marks, by his scent. Draco bit down harder and Harry moaned, his cock throbbing against Draco's, pre-cum leaking out. Draco moved away, licking his neck and smirking at the large red bite mark that will bruise. "You want more, Omega, don't you?" Draco growled.

"Please need you," Harry moaned.

"Need me, eh Riddle?" Draco breathed. "Your pussy's so loose and wet down here, you're just a fucking slut for your Omega, aren't you?"

"Draco," Harry whined with need. Draco bit his neck warningly as he pushed his cock against Harry's. The Omega just mewled and pushed back, making Draco's fingers to go deeper inside him.

"Say it, love," Draco chuckled. "Whose slut are you?"

"Yours," Harry moaned. "Please fuck me."

"Of course my love," Draco said, smiling. He kissed Harry's neck softly as he pulled his fingers out, slick-covered. He used the slick to lube his cock and pressed against Harry's open and needy hole. He pushed. "Fuck," he cursed as he slid into the tight velvet heat. Harry gave out a throaty moan, his cock jerking at the sensation of being stretched. The pain felt so good and he needed more. He could feel Draco's cock press against something inside him and groaned as Draco slowly pulled out. "You feel so good Harry," Draco breathed. "So fucking hot." He pushed back suddenly, his hips slapping against Harry's ass and the teen saw stars.

"Faster, more," he panted. "Fuck me!"

Draco growled and, like a beast unchained, began thrusting into Harry, his cock ramming into the Omega as hard and fast as it could always pressing against this wall deep inside Harry. The Omega was quickly left a moaning, bubbling mess as the second hole loosened under the assault and Draco was able to push further in, earning a new experience for both boys as their bodies pressed together, the sweaty friction jerking Harry's cock. "Cum, cum, cum," Harry soon panted. He could feel Draco's knot forming as it pressed against his ass. "Alpha, please," he begged tears running down his face. "Please!" They kissed passionately, too lost in the carnal pleasure for words as Draco continued to assault his hole. The outer rim stretched further, and Harry felt as though he was going to split in two as with a growl, Draco bit his neck once more, drawing little blood, as he pushed his knot in. The boys only lasted a second longer before spilling their seed, Harry screaming as his cum splattered against their chest as Draco filled him deep inside. They panted as they rode the high, kissing and rolling around before the heat renewed their vigor and they started again in a new position.

Voldemort, meanwhile, did not care or even attempt to use any contraception. He only had one goal: get his Omega pregnant, and as he lapped at the gapped and spent pussy and clit of his lover, he was positive that he has done that and more. They were only on their first day of Remus's heat, and he was positive that he had already fucked twins into him, if not triplets. His cock started hardening again and he licked his way up Remus's body, taking his time as he memorized his lover with his tongue until he slid his cock back in and Remus gave a throaty moan. "Tom…" Voldemort fucked him at a slow pace, his strokes measured and methodic to get as deep as he could compare to the animalistic rut he had the last few times. Remus was puddy underneath him and Voldemort smirked, molding him with kisses and gropes as the Omega laid helpless. He increased only as the pressure inside him built, but he never let his lips separate from Remus's as with a final thrust, they both came.

"Three days of this," he panted. "Come, love, two more times before I feed you." They kissed and embraced each other, Remus muttering words of love.

Harry never felt so full after his heat was over. Two days of endless fucking ending with him running back to the isolation room, his stomach and ass full of Draco's cum. He chuckled to himself as he let out a small burp, laying on his bed for the rest of the time. He didn't want the feeling to go away, and he missed Draco heavily. On his neck was a necklace made of hickeys and bite marks. He never felt so owned, so loved before, and now that he tasted it he wanted it daily. He finished his breakfast on the third day and Madam Pomfrey opened the door, "I see you're still in one piece, Mr. Riddle," she said. "You're lucky it's the weekend, first heats are always the worst. Collect your things and pop back to your dormitory."

"Thank you, ma'am," Harry said, thankful that his robes hid his neck. He walked out and, as told, quickly made his way to the Gryffindor Common Room where he found Hermione alone.

"Harry! How was your heat?" she asked, "Are you okay? Did you eat during it?"

"I'm fine," Harry said, deciding to keep his activities to himself. "Where's Ron?"

"Oh! You'll never believe this, but he actually has a date," Hermione said. Harry stared at her. "Really?" he asked, "with who?"

"Daphne Greengrass."

It was true. During Harry's first day of heat, Ron gathered his courage and asked Daphne for a breakfast date during the morning of the weekend. It was a very beautiful September day, and Ron managed to convince the house-elves to make them food that they could eat outside in the courtyard. There was a table set up and the two sat across from each other as a small spread of food appeared. "This is brilliant," Ron grinned. "Perks of being a Prefect, eh?"

"Or actually befriending the house-elves," Daphne said, "Which reminds me, how did you three were able to do that? Draco came to the common room one day just complaining for a straight hour about it! Along with Harry whipping him of course."

"I missed Harry whipping Malfoy? When?" Ron asked, laughing. "I would pay to see that."

"Then you would have to go into their fantasies," Daphne laughed. "Although personally, I would rather kiss a hippogriff than do that."

Ron smiled and gave an overenthusiastic shudder. "I think you're right," he muttered. "No offense to Harry, but I would rather stay out of his head."

"Same with Draco, if he thinks even more than what he is muttering then I do not want to know what perversions he is into," Daphne smirked. "But what about you?"

"Me?" Ron blinked.

"Yeah," Daphne nodded, taking a bite of food.

"Uhh I don't know," he said, his cheeks turning rosy. "I'm uh normal perversion?"

Daphne laughed at that, smiling good-naturedly. "What? Did I say something wrong?" Ron huffed.

"No," Daphne said, "It's just that from the Alphas I know, they tend to be on the kink side."

"We are? I didn't know," Ron muttered. "I'm uh the first Alpha in my family in generations."

"I've heard," Daphne nodded. "You never talked with Draco or any other?"

"I talk with Malfoy? Are you mental?" Ron said. "He's a slimy snake! Uh, no offense."

Daphne rolled her eyes, "And you're a prideful lion," she said. "We have nicknames for the other houses too, you know."

"Oh… sorry," Ron muttered.

"Honestly Weasley it's fine," Daphne said. "Besides, I'm shocked that you even asked me out. We haven't exactly interacted much, if at all."

"Sorry," Ron muttered again. "It's just that Harry and Hermione keep telling me to go out there, you know, and I was thinking of who to ask and um… I just thought of you."

"You're sweet," Daphne smiled. Ron smiled at that and took a huge bite of sausage, almost stuffing it whole before realizing what he did. "Sorry!" he said with his mouth full.

"Honestly Weasley," Daphne said, rolling her eyes. She speared two sausages with her fork and lifted them up. "If you're trying to impress me you have to do better than that," she said and swallowed both with ease. Ron stared at her, forcing himself to keep his jaw tight before it fell. Daphne chewed rather gracefully and when she was done she just stared at Ron. "Are you going to keep that sausage in your mouth all morning or are you actually going to eat it?" she asked.

Ron chew quickly and swallowed, panting. "What was that?" he demanded. "You never acted like that before! I think."

"Course not, I was taught otherwise, and I eat in front of Draco Malfoy! You imagine how much of a priss he'll be if he actually sees me enjoying food?" Daphne laughed. "He's my friend, and I get that he's an Alpha but I rather he spends all that manners energy on Harry while I'm trying to just enjoy my damn breakfast." Ron laughed loudly as he grinned.

"I know! Hermione is just like that! Like I'm enjoying my food and all and Hermione just keeps going on about how much of a slob I look!" Ron grinned. "I love her, I really do, but…" Ron found his voice wavering and his smile quickly turned into a frown. "What am I doing?" he groaned.

"Ron?"

Ron looked up at Daphne and sighed, "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm trying but, I just don't feel anything. Maybe because I'm still, you know, liking Hermione. I thought she would be an Omega and we would get together but… well you know."

Daphne sighed, "I know that feeling," she admitted. "And I'll be honest, I kind of don't feel anything either. I mean, this is nice, but honestly, I'm just feeling friendship if nothing else."

Ron blinked. "You're not mad at me?" he asked.

"Why would I be? Honestly, Weasley if I thought this would be a waste of time, I would have left already," Daphne shrugged. "So, friendly date from here on?"

"Uh… sure," Ron said, feeling both confused but relieved. Daphne smiled and stretched, "Great, then in that case pass the pancakes and more sausage. You would not believe how much I have to watch what I eat when I'm around them, Blaise thinks everything is a sexual innuendo, and I mean everything. Even a pancake."

"How can that be an innuendo?" Ron asked.

"Flat ass," Daphne said informationally. "Either way, it is nice not being around Mr. Prissy and the Lewd Zabini." Ron nodded and smiled as they went on to tell stories about their friends. Without feeling any awkwardness, the two finished up and as soon as they stood up the table and chairs were gone along with the plates. They went inside to return to their friends and Ron stopped just as he entered the Great Hall.

There was a smell, a very heavy and intoxicating smell like chocolate and a sweet cologne. He looked around the Great Hall confused. He didn't know where that smell was coming from. Students started to get up and leave, and Ron had to jump out of the way as he tried to focus on the smell, this lovely intoxicating smell that was overriding his brain and senses. A group of students passed him and the smell increased immensely! Figuring it was from them, Ron followed and stared at the group. They were Ravenclaws from his year, and he recognized them all. Ron followed for a moment and sniffed. The smell was getting stronger the closer gotten. The group stopped and Ron almost ran into them.

"Weasley? You okay?" a voice asked. Ron looked up to see that it was Terry Boot. Ron's face immediately flushed as the intoxicating smell assaulted him full force, all coming from Boot. He's an Omega!? Was Ron's first thought, followed by Oh sweet Merlin he smells so good and is so pretty! "Weasley?" Boot repeated.

"I—I mean—I," Ron floundered. "I'm sorry—I wasn't paying attention where I was going, see you!" He ran away from Boot, missing the smell the second it weakened and shaming himself for being such a bloody coward. He found Hermione and Harry in the common room and fell onto the couch in front of them, groaning loudly into a pillow. "I'm horrible!"

"Ron? Are you okay, what happened?" Harry asked. Ron just groaned again. "Did your date with Daphne go badly?"

Ron looked up, "You know about that?" he asked.

"Yeah, Hermione just told me," Harry nodded. "Did Daphne and you not hit it off?"

"Uh, kind of," Ron said, his face redder than his hair. He finally sat up and looked at the two, telling them what happened. "And then I followed the smell to Terry Boot! And instead of flirting and anything I just ran away like a coward! God, what kind of Alpha am I?"

"Hang on, you followed Boot's smell?" Harry asked, frowning, he looked at Hermione for an explanation.

Hermione looked at the two of them. "I mean, it's rare but… I've read stories about an Alpha finding their Omega by smell," she said in a hopeful tone.

"I did that, and I ruined my chance," Ron groaned. "What is wrong with me?"

"Nothing, you're just being an overly dramatic teenager," Hermione sighed. "Anyway, I'm sure that there will be plenty of more chances of talking with him. Harry nodded, "Hermione's right! It's still September, we still got the whole school year."

"I guess you're right," Ron sighed. He looked at the two of them and smiled, "Yeah, I'll try and talk with him."

"Good, now come on I need Hermione to look over my Transfiguration essay," Harry grinned.

Ron, however, did not make a move towards Terry Boot for the rest of the month. October came with chilling air, and still, Ron just took to staring and blushing at Terry Boot from afar, much to Harry and Hermione's annoyance. Their lives went on as average students until the middle of October when something strange happened. First, on that Monday, Harry noticed that Professor Dumbledore was not at the Headmaster's chair, instead, it was left empty. The students at large wondered and gawked at that, asking questions that were only answered when the Morning Prophet came, and once again Harry saw a picture of his father, along with Dumbledore. Above which, shocking everyone was a headline.

TOM RIDDLE PRESSES CHARGES AGAINST ALBUS DUMBLEDORE! HEADMASTER OF HOGWARTS STEPS DOWN!

A/N: For those who just wanted sex... sorry I just wasn't in the mood for sex scenes. Also I got a new story! Check it out!