When Harry enters Draco's room, he sees his entire group of friends, including Blaise who stands up and physically blocks Harry from proceeding any further.
"Get out of my face," Harry isn't even angry, just physically disgusted at the sight of someone who would take what is his. If that makes him a hypocrite, then so be it.
"Have you lost your mind?" Pansy gets in between the two alphas, "What is the matter with you?" She turns to Harry. Here she had thought Potter was above all the alpha posturing, but it seems he is as bad as the rest of them.
"I need to speak to Draco alone," Harry notes the physical proximity of Pansy and Blaise and forces himself to back off a little. "Please." He lowers his voice. He is deranged for thinking anything happened between Blaise and Draco.
Blaise makes a satisfied face, thinking Harry's decency to be his weakness. "That's what I thought." He makes his temporary exit with most of Draco's douchey friends, now douchey adults with high-paying jobs all over the country. Harry winces at the thought of having them in his life permanently, however, marriage is a compromise, and Draco probably isn't too thrilled about having Ron and Hermione around for any reason.
Pansy stays behind, not bothering to lower her voice because Draco doesn't care to eavesdrop. "I hope you understand how big of a fuck up this is."
"Yes," Harry can't help staring at her wedding ring. "I do."
"I ought to smack you." Pansy resorts to physically punching his chest. She hits hard but Harry doesn't protest because he deserves it.
"I am sorry," Harry says, more to Draco than Pansy. "Please. Can I explain myself?"
"You have ten minutes. Don't you upset him again?" Pansy looks ready to hit Harry again and harder. "Or I am coming back here with Blaise." She threatens.
"I am not fucking afraid of Blaise," Harry says as she scoffs and slams the door behind herself. He grabs his suit jacket, which is on the floor.
"I will have it dry cleaned," Draco mumbles from where he is curled up on the bed in a fetal position.
"I am so sorry." Harry sits beside Draco, on the bed, noting the lavishness of the room. Not only is Harry taking Draco away from this luxury, but he is also hurting his feelings on top of it.
"Don't be." Draco doesn't bother looking at Harry or lifting his head for that matter. "Close the door on your way out."
"I am not leaving." Harry may have made his mistake, but he is still here. Till death do them part and all that. They may not be the loving couple like his parents or even a compatible one like Remus and Sirius, but something in their biology decided that they are meant to be. Harry wants to honour that fate.
"Harry," Draco says weakly. "Do me a favour and leave me alone."
"What can I do to make it up to you?" Harry crawls beside Draco and lies down beside him, smelling the tears and the bitterness of Draco's previously sweet scent. "How can I fix this?"
"I don't want you to fix this," Draco admits. "I don't want to be in a marriage like my parents." It's his worse fear and considering Harry seems to hate him, they are going to end up alone and miserable together. Draco would rather be dead, honestly.
"We won't be like your parents," Harry assures his intended. "We are better than them."
"Are we?" Draco wonders aloud. "Or are we the same? I am definitely my mother."
"Please," Harry utterly despises that mental image. "I am hungover and will throw up."
"I think you need to leave." Draco sniffles, "Please, Harry I can't do this." He was having cold feet before, and now he is just plain feeling like a cold dead body. All of him is cold now.
"I promise," Harry can smell tears again and he hates himself so powerfully at this moment. "I promise I will make you happy. I promise the sex will be amazing. I promise we will never fight."
"How can you possibly promise that?" Draco scoffs, "We fought last night."
"Because we disagreed." Harry inches closer to Draco. "I promise to agree with whatever you are saying and wanting at all times." He feels like jumping for joy when he notices Draco's pretty lips quirking up in a smile. "I am sorry I slept with Cedric. It was to prolong his life until they found his mate."
Draco turns around on the bed. His nose is red, his eyes are swollen. He is completely disheveled but still the most beautiful thing Harry has ever seen. "What was it like?"
Harry was not expecting that question. "Excuse me?"
"What was he like in bed?" Draco sniffles again, his nose wrinkling cutely. "Was he better than me?"
"How can I possibly answer that question right now?" Harry wonders aloud, "Draco, you are my perfect match physically. I am sure our mating will be a thousand times more satisfying because we are just that bodily compatible."
"I guess." Draco narrows his eyes. "Where's the necklace? Did you give it to another omega already?"
"No, Jesus." Harry reaches into his pants pocket and produces the box. "Here, keep it." He helps Draco put the necklace on. "I am sorry." He cannot believe how cruel he was last night.
"I guess I deserved it." Draco manages to sit up in bed. "I was pretty nasty to you and your pathetic friends."
"You set Ron's hair on fire." Harry reminds Draco. "You tried to have Hermione deported."
"Yeah," Draco can't help but smirk. "I did all that and more." Draco was a bully, and then some. He is lucky Harry's extreme moral code prevents him from abandoning Draco to his fate.
"Yes, you did." Harry is so relieved to see Draco smile again, even if it is a vicious grin. Now that he is less afraid of losing Draco, he notices the alluring aroma of Draco all around the room. "Fuck, this place smells good." He buries his face in the pillows, inhaling Draco's scent. "Did you always smell this good?"
"I don't know," Draco shrugs, "I can't smell myself." It is strange to see Harry Potter of all people losing himself in Draco's scent.
"Everything okay?" Pansy knocks lightly and promptly enters at Draco's command. "Shall I castrate him?" She nods at Harry who is rolling around on Draco's bed like a loon.
"No," Draco's smirk widens when he notices Harry is half hard, "I need that part of him, unfortunately. You can hurt the rest of him if you want."
"I will bring lunch up for you, Draco dear." Pansy winks and closes the door behind her.
Harry is reminded of earlier this afternoon when his godfather had manipulated his emotions using his newfound possessiveness of Draco. "I have a question."
"Careful," Draco warns amiably. "You are on thin ice." He raises a perfect eyebrow as Harry sits up, all serious.
"Did you ever sleep with Blaise?" Harry is afraid of the answer, but he has to know. So he can go downstairs and murder the arrogant alpha.
"Blaise?" Draco cannot believe Harry's stupidity.
"Yes," Harry takes a deep breath, shaking a little, not just because of sleep deprivation, but fear that Draco is going to confirm it. That Draco has been sleeping with one of his best friends who is also a handsome alpha and competition for Harry for Draco's affections.
"Oh," Draco is still very upset, so he decides to take revenge. "Blaise and I sleep together all the time."
"What?" Harry feels as if ice water has been thrown all over him.
"Oh god yes," Draco says nonchalantly. "His knot is gorgeous. I love having him inside me."
Present tense. Harry feels ready to cry. "Does Pansy know?"
"Pansy loves it," Draco says just as said omega enters the room with his lunch. "She likes to watch."
"What do I love? Watch what?" Pansy asks as Harry storms out the room like a bat out of hell.
"Watching your husband fuck me and knot me and whatnot." Draco grabs the tray greedily. He has skipped dinner and this morning's breakfast. He really is turning into his mother who constantly starves herself for the sake of her appearance.
"Oh Draco," Pansy shakes her head, disappointed. "When will you learn?"
"Where is the damn syrup?" Draco gives her a disappointed look. "Get me some syrup for my pancakes please."