Draco finds Harry in the veranda, seated on one of the chairs, staring mournfully at the grey sky. He hands Harry an ice-pack as he was instructed to do, and sits on the chair beside him. "Are you okay?"
"I just sent Blaise to the hospital." Harry doesn't think he needs stitches. His healing is strong enough to handle whatever Blaise had thrown at him. "I feel terrible." He places his head in his hands.
"Hey," Draco produces a tissue from his pocket and dabs at the blood on Harry's forehead. "If it makes you feel any better, I am planning on slitting Diggory's throat next time I see him."
"That does not make me feel better," Harry hisses and grabs Draco's wrist. "I am working tomorrow." He realizes, his eyes wide. His education is mostly done, so the hospital is already scheduling him as if he is a full-time employee.
"Okay?" Draco didn't think Harry's injuries are bad enough to interfere with work, but whatever.
"I may have to perform surgery on Blaise tomorrow." Harry looks panicked, to say the least.
Draco bursts into hysterical laughter.
"Are you proud of yourself?" Harry wants to be mad but Draco looks so carefree and beautiful.
"Yes." Draco tries to wipe Harry's forehead again, much gentler this time because he is less angry. "Fuck you and fuck Blaise." He gasps when Harry squeezes his wrist warningly. "I mean, fuck you and nothing with Blaise. I have never been with him." He doesn't know why he needs to reassure Harry when the moron admitted to fucking Cedric fucking Diggory in the name of medicine.
Diggory always bothered Draco, he was too pretty and too full of himself because he was the most beautiful omega on campus and everyone wanted him. In retrospect, Draco realizes he was jealous because he wanted to have that kind of attention. Now his alpha, his Harry, admits he got with Cedric. It hurts because he rejected Draco (unknowingly, but still).
"Take it back," Harry takes care not to bruise the delicate wrist, but he needs Draco to undo those images in his head of Blaise and Draco together.
"I have never been with, and never wanted to do anything resembling fucking Blaise." He makes a face at the thought. "He keeps hitting on me. He gets his wife to hit on me for him, trying to get me to have threesomes with them. I kind of want to smack him."
"So you had me do it." Harry releases his grip a little, "Happy?"
"Yeah," Draco rubs the back of his head with his other hand. "That will teach him not to flirt with me."
"Are you planning on lying to me all through our marriage to control me?" Harry pinches Draco's wrist in punishment, satisfied when the blond hisses.
"Why would I lie to you when we will be married?" Draco tries to extract his wrist. Harry lets him. "I can just use sex."
"What?" Harry finds himself blushing, the sharp stinging in his forehead not bothering him as much because he isn't that much focused on it right now.
Draco shrugs. "I am your omega, you will do anything to make me happy, as long as I give you what you need as a reward. It's basic psychology, Harry."
"Um," Harry's face feels very, very hot.
"If we have learned anything from our first fight as a couple," Draco looks as if reading a scientific journal, he picked up the habit from Severus. "I have a lot of experience in sex, and so do you."
"I do not!" Harry protests Draco's incorrect perception. "I have been with exactly two people in my whole life."
"Oh god," Draco says as Harry takes the bloodied tissue from him and dabs his forehead again. "Was the other Weasley?"
"I was engaged to her before I met you," Harry winces, not because of his forehead, which is healed already. In all of Draco's drama, Harry had forgotten how much trouble he is in with his best friend. It's kind of fucked up that Harry is more afraid of upsetting Ron than he is Ginny, but he is trying not to focus on his fucked up emotional state.
"Oh," Draco blinks, trying to comprehend an alpha being engaged to a beta, "Why?" He is from a pureblood family and doesn't see the point of such a relationship. He is all for sexual experimentation (a big advocate of it, actually) but marriage is amongst alphas and omegas. Betas marry other betas. There is no need to mix any of that.
Draco knows he likes Harry for his personality, but it is unfortunately very important to him that a strong alpha claims him and mates with him, taking full possession of him in every way. It's an archaic thought but it's been firmly implanted in him since day one. It's why he was so depressed after presenting because he knew he would become someone's property in the legal and biological sense. Considering that person is Harry, Draco is set to have a good life. Even if Harry doesn't love him or want him, he would never disrespect or hurt Draco. That knowledge is Draco's salvation in all of this.
"She was nice to me." Harry shrugs, "She didn't expect anything from me and I didn't expect anything from her."
"What the hell kind of relationship is that?" Draco is offended on Weasley's behalf. "I expect things from you, Harry." He warns his fiancé, as his finger clutch the emeralds around his neck. "Wait a second." He makes a horrified sound. "You took this necklace from her to give to me, you cunt?" He smacks Harry right on the forehead, where his wound is reduced to a mere papercut. The alpha still hisses and tries to swat Draco's hand away.
"I did not give her my mother's necklace, you idiot." Harry sighs, "My mother said the necklace was to be given to my omega in her will. Ginny is not my omega."
"Damn right she isn't." Draco is pleased but he won't admit it. "So, the sex."
Harry groans, hoping Draco had moved on from the subject. "Why do you care about sex so much?"
"What else is there?" Draco is looking forward to this marriage because he loves sex, and wants to experience it with an alpha male he trusts. With Harry, the experience will be pleasurable, because Draco will have some control. Not that he minds handing over control of himself to Harry.
"Love," Harry cannot believe Draco sometimes, "Respect, empathy, sacrifice, compromise."
"Yes," Draco waves a hand. Trust Harry to make something as biological as mating into a morality lesson. "How bad was Ginny in bed?"
"Ginny was good in bed," Harry admits, afraid of Draco's sociopathic tendencies, but also attracted by them. "I liked her better than Cedric."
"No!" Draco leans toward Harry as if readying himself for the gossip of the century. The entire reason he puts up with his cunty friends is because of the information they constantly supply him with. "Explain." He orders Harry.
"Ginny wanted to please me." Harry is blushing again, not used to being scrutinized so intimately. "Cedric wanted me to please him."
"He is an extremely selfish person." Draco shakes his head, making Harry laugh. Hearing someone as insanely self-centered as Draco calling someone else selfish is hilarious.
Draco likes Harry's laughter. It makes him look more his age and carefree. He wishes he could make Harry laugh more. "What was the knotting like?" Draco is eager to hear more. Having only had sex with women, he has never experienced an alpha's knot before. He tried hooking up with a safe person, Harry, to get the curiosity out of his system, but the imbecile said no.
"Draco!" Harry hides his face in his hands. "I didn't do that with her, it would hurt her." Even without his knot, his penis is big and Ginny seemed terrified of it at the best of times, so they only managed penetrative intercourse once or twice.
It was nice. Harry muses. Kind of like cuddling but with a little penetration. She had not been able to take all of him and finished him off with her hands. Still a very safe and consensual experience for everyone involved. Harry will miss being with Ginny. She was kind of like a cousin to him. He makes a face at his demented thoughts and prays he is still a little drunk.
Draco nods sagely. "It's not for everyone." He is quite looking forward to intimately being with Harry, but then again, his body is made for knotting. It is going to be incredibly pleasurable for him. He blushes a little, feeling himself get a little wet. He is looking forward to mating.
When the doctors told Draco he is an omega, he was devastated because he knows what alpha males can do through the rumour mill, plain common sense, and observation. It's why he avoided being with men because he knows how toxic they can be. Harry was always the exception, Draco muses. He wonders if he was drawn to Harry as a beta because some part of him knew they are made for each other. He knows Harry cares about his pleasure and safety.
"No, it isn't." Harry knows that despite all the attention he gets, his prospective partners are always afraid of his knot, and what it will do to them. Harry, as a physician, doesn't understand the fear. His penis is just bigger and thicker than those of betas. Why the stigma? However, it keeps most people away from Harry and makes them reconsider being with an alpha. As an introvert focused on his career, Harry's physiology has been a blessing. Except now that he has a mate, a very sensual and willing mate, Harry is going to have to learn how to balance the two major things in his life. He hopes he can manage. Judging from how many doctors are the hospital are divorced, it is going to be difficult.
"Go on," Draco needs to stop feeling so horny when he cannot do anything about it. If he was still a beta, he could go out and get laid, or even bed one of his friends, but he is an omega. Society would collapse around itself if he went and whored around the way he used to. Now he has to wait for Harry to get over his moral issues and play with Draco the way Draco has been wanting to for nearly a decade. Judging from the mulish, self-righteous look on Harry's face, it's going to take a while for the alpha to loosen up.
"Huh," Harry blinks. "What?"
"How did Cedric like the knot?" Draco tries not to sneer. Tries being the keyword.
"With Cedric," Harry clears his throat. "I wasn't able to knot." It's humiliating to admit, but it was a medical environment. It was tense, Cedric was distraught, his mate was nowhere to be found. Harry felt used, and strangely, violated.
"Oh," Draco blinks, not feeling as happy and relieved as he should. "May I…" He finds himself wanting to comfort Harry, "Can I know why?"
"It felt wrong," Harry looks at his lap. He has been in this suit for a day and a half already and he wants to shower and go to bed, now that the stress of the day has worn off and he has used Blaise as a punching bag, he feels upset and desperately needs that nap if he is going to be refreshed for work tomorrow. "Like," Harry shakes his head a little, suddenly dizzy, "It wasn't meant for Cedric, and I was bad."
Draco knows Cedric, well he used to, from school. He had presented in first year and was everyone's greatest desire considering how pretty he was. "You didn't agree to it?"
"No," Harry remembers everyone just kind of assuming he wanted to be with Cedric. He was in his first year of residency, straight out of class, and everyone had decided for him. "It felt sick. Everyone wanted to watch." Like they were some kind of show, or art for display. Harry had done his best to shield Cedric from the wayward eyes but failed to do anything for himself, unfortunately.
"Harry," Draco finds himself doing something truly insane, like taking the alpha's hand and squeezing it comfortingly. "That is not okay."
"It saved his life," Harry squeezes back. "The end justified the means." Being with an alpha Cedric consented to be with prolonged his life enough until his family found Cho.
"They should have found another alpha who would do it then," Draco feels insulted and upset on Harry's behalf.
"They tried, but he only wanted me." Harry bows his head. "I made him feel safe. He just kind of latched on and wouldn't let go."
Draco is going to murder Cedric. "Still, it wasn't your fault."
Harry looks up, surprised at Draco's understanding attitude. "You are not mad?"
"No." Draco feels bad for Harry. "I wish I was there to protect you."
Harry laughs, "I would have liked to see that." Everyone on the ward had complained that they wanted to comfort Cedric, and their mates would never allow it. Harry had wished he was mated, so he wouldn't have to do it. He saved Cedric's life, but he still regrets the act.
"I would protect your virginity." Draco loves the way Harry lights up when laughing. He is beautiful.
"I was not a virgin," Harry says, predictably making Draco laugh.
"Aww, are we counting Weasley?" Draco knows that the Weasley family is capable of being wild. Ginny wasn't like the rest of her family. She was boring. It's why Draco never pursued her. She had the personality of a tree. Not even a sexy tree, just a plain old oak standing obnoxiously in the backyard.
"Hey, knock it off." Harry feels protective of Ginny. "She was not bad in bed."
"Fine," Draco feels grateful to Ginny for being there for Harry, when Draco himself couldn't be. "I am sorry."
Harry's eyes widen. How many times has Draco said that before? The young Malfoy heir isn't sorry for anything usually. People can either agree with everything he says or step aside. "Thank you." Harry means it too.
"Have you talked to her?"
"No," Harry looks uncomfortable again so Draco doesn't pursue the subject any further. He doesn't want to make Harry uncomfortable anymore, god help him.
"I am so tired." Harry grabs his head again.
"I didn't think Blaise would do so much damage," Draco muses as Harry massages the freshly healed cut on his forehead. "He's not very strong."
"He got me in the head," Harry admits, "I sent him to the hospital."
"Even Steven," Draco stands and holds out a hand for Harry, "Come on, time for lunch."
"Can I just lie down please?" Harry's body is tough, and he can go long without food, water, and sleep. He is still wanting to be fresh for tomorrow's workday.
"You can sleep in my bed." Draco offers, rolling his eyes at Harry's blush. "Relax, I will be downstairs."
"N-No," Harry stammers, "The scent…" He cannot trust himself around Draco. It's like being a kid in a candy store.
"Oh," Draco forgot what a treat he is to Harry. "Need some help falling asleep?" Draco presses himself against Harry's body, and places a soft kiss on his jaw, liking the five o'clock shadow. He wishes he was experienced with males so that he could pleasure Harry the way he deserves. Oh well. Draco is just going to have to practice and practice some more until Harry finally loosens up and has some much-needed fun.
"Draco," Harry sounds scandalized, "We are not even married yet."
"Uh," Draco makes a confused sound as Harry parts from him and rushes back inside. "We weren't married to any of the people we've fucked before, so…"
"Language," Harry calls out before he disappears back into the manor.