"Has he eaten anything?" Remus says as soon as Harry carries Draco over the threshold of their house. "Harry, you are so romantic, bless your soul."
"He is too weak to walk," Harry places his new spouse on the cushy sofa, as Remus takes Draco's temperature and then proceeds to wrap a blanket around him. "Get used to this." He warns Draco because to say that Remus and Sirius are coddlers is an understatement. Harry remembers getting papercuts as a child and thinking he was legit dying considering Remus' response. Sirius is allegedly the more levelheaded parent.
"Do we have soup?" Sirius wonders aloud as Remus runs around like a chicken with its head cut off. "I should go get soup."
"I will just make it from scratch," Remus starts emptying his fridge. "What cures internal bleeding?"
"I don't have internal bleeding." Draco tries to intervene but the men don't listen to him and talk amongst themselves. "Is this how it always is?" Draco asks Harry who props him up against some pillows in the living room.
Lucius would have left Draco to his devices if he was hurt. Narcissa would, and did as the emergency professionals restrained her and called the police, just kick him in the stomach or something, whilst relentlessly mocking him. His broken ribs are killing him. It hurts to breathe a little. Draco would never admit it, but it feels nice to have people hovering over him for once in his life, especially after one of Narcissa's episodes.
Draco always thought Narcissa would kill him, but he didn't think it would be this soon. Oh well, now that he has another place to go to, it's not so bad. He clutches the emeralds around his neck. Emeralds are seen as a gem of spiritual awareness, protection, love, hope, and wisdom. They make him feel better for some reason. Draco tries to tell himself that it's because of the gemstone's healing powers and not the fact that they belonged to Harry's late mother.
"Yeah," Harry looks at his godparents fondly. "It is." He notices Draco clutching his mother's necklace and kisses his cheek, "Feel better with that back on?"
"Yes," Draco admits, as Harry presses another kiss on his forehead. "Will they be able to ignore the sex noises tonight?" Remus may not hear them, but Sirius' hearing is legendary. Considering he is related to both Harry and Draco, that is going to be super awkward.
"You are not having sex tonight." Remus overhears because let's face it, Draco doesn't believe in being quiet.
"Yes, we are." Draco looks up at Remus who is starting a hearty broth already. "It's our wedding night."
"It is," Harry pauses in his trot upstairs so that he can clear his room of the textbooks and comic books. He thought he had more time until the wedding and then his mother-in-law tried to murder his mate.
"You are too sick for sex, princess." Remus coos as Draco tries to keep his eyes open. "Why don't we put you in the guest room tonight?" He feels very protective of the angelic-looking blond, who is pale with blood loss and somehow even more exhausted-looking than usual.
Draco doesn't argue because maybe he needs time for the deep scar on his abdomen to fade and regain his usually effortlessly perfect look. It will take some time because his wardrobe is gone overnight. Of all the extravagant things in Malfoy Manor, Draco misses his clothes the most. Here he is, sitting in bunny pajamas given to Harry by his ex-girlfriend.
"He is not going to the guest room." Harry runs back downstairs, "He is sleeping with me."
"Harry," Sirius cuts up some celery to put into the soup. "Look at him." He gestures to Draco who looks ready to keel over.
"I didn't mean we are making love," Harry looks mortified having to talk to his parents about this. He just wants to hug Draco and protect him while they are sleeping. His alpha instincts are going insane. If this was the Stone Age, Harry would kill the aggressor, posture a little, and then Draco and he would live happily ever after in their cave. Modern life is so hard.
"Why the hell would we make love?" Draco makes a face at Harry. Now that he has finally found an alpha that he trusts, he is looking forward to rough sex. He then looks around and notices the homey environment, with a lack of pretentious decorations or anything which makes a place a manor. "Why is this place so small?" Sirius is a Black. He can afford a much bigger house than this tiny little cottage in the middle of nowhere.
"It's small because we are lazy and don't want to clean a castle," Sirius adds garlic as Remus starts chopping up some fresh ginger. Sirius is not pretentious. His mate and his son are all he needs. He craves the wilderness and solitude. He is willing to make an allowance for Draco because he is Harry's mate. He doesn't have to like it. Thankfully, Draco is a quiet boy, who is too self-obsessed to bother others around him, unlike Harry who has made it his mission to save people, even if that means turning their lives upside down.
Even Harry's birth turned Sirius' life upside down because he went from being an unattached bachelor to being married with a kid in a year. It was the best year of his life.
"Get a maid," Draco says as Harry enters the kitchen area, with his hands on his hips. "I know you can afford it."
"I am not allowed to have sex with my mate?" Harry tries not to sound confrontational as he approaches his parents.
"Not when he is sick," Remus looks up after he's done adding the ginger, and looks for turmeric. "And not when we are home."
Harry sighs. "I understand."
"No," Sirius stirs and scolds simultaneously. "You don't understand. My hearing is the best in the country." He is one of those old school alphas from the woods who rely on their senses to navigate life, unlike Remus and Harry who are city folk and cannot go half a minute without checking their phone.
"Debatable," Harry says, in case Draco is listening. He needs to look superior to Sirius in front of his spouse. It's going to be hard because Sirius is an alpha from the Stone Age. He makes Harry feel like the weakest of betas. It's also why he loves his godfather so much. Sirius makes Harry feel safe.
"And I don't need my son making love," Sirius uses air quotes, "With my cousin."
"Second cousin," Draco calls out from the living room area, "Does it help that we are second cousins?"
Sirius ignores the obnoxious blond. "Remus and I wait until you go to the hospital and then we have sex." He admits without shame.
"Ewww," Harry wraps his hands around his ears. How is he supposed to go to work now, knowing his godparents are doing things to each other behind his back. Gross.
"Lucius and Narcissa haven't fucked until I was conceived." Draco muses. "I wonder if that's why she is homicidal."
"Language!" Remus says as he is reducing heat for the soup to simmer.
"Sorry, make love." Draco corrects himself.
"Well they wanted a son," Sirius knows what that's all about. He had to hear about it every time he was dragged to those blasted family reunions. "They wanted a son."
"An alpha son." Draco knows that a good reason why his parents hate him is that he is not the gender they want. They were begrudgingly accepting of his beta self but presenting as an omega set them off. They saw it as a personal insult.
Narcissa found someone she could take all her frustrations out on. A fellow omega sharing a dwelling with her, and unable to defend himself because he doesn't stand a chance against Narcissa hulked out on drugs.
She tried to get him to sleep with her and Lucius' friends to curry political favours, but Draco refused to be whored out, which resulted in an escalation of abuse. She tried to get him to take birth control so that he wouldn't have Harry's children, instead, he would get knocked up for an alpha of her choosing. Someone from their social circle. Omegas as beautiful and well-bred as Draco are quite valuable, priceless even because they are highly desirable sex slaves. Knowing Narcissa, she already had a buyer lined up in exchange for Draco.
He was unable to leave because he is an omega, who can't survive in a shelter because he will be gang-raped. He can't run away like he could have if he was a beta, because if homeless, he will be trafficked and sold into sexual slavery. Omegas are biologically made for sexual pleasure. Draco hears that there are even drugs out there that will permanently keep him in heat. He will be forced to have sex until he dies.
He cannot just shack up with any alpha because that's just going from one vulnerable situation to another. Unfortunately, his mother was an evil that he knows and understands. Anywhere else is just obstacles he isn't strong enough to face.
"What the hell does that matter?" Remus grew up in a very loving family. Everyone was treated the same. "We would love Harry the same no matter what he was."
"It's not really how the Black family works." Sirius knows that somehow, Narcissa is worse than Lucius. It's why he felt bad for Draco despite the boy's bad attitude and had to get him out of there somehow. The opportunity presented itself when Harry was revealed to be his mate.
As an alpha male with infinite financial resources, Sirius has no limits, especially now that he is in a happy, healthy relationship with his one true mate. Draco is an omega. He has nothing but limitations. He cannot just walk away as Sirius did.
Sirius had to disengage from the family a few decades ago because everything is all about looking good, and things that happen behind closed doors never make it to the public. He is convinced that Narcissa was planning on selling Draco to a rich buyer. The alpha is relieved that he got his bratty cousin out of there. No one deserves the treatment omegas get at the hands of these supposedly high-class families. Not even Draco.
"Look," Harry blushes, embarrassed to be speaking of this. "We need to consummate the relationship, or this marriage isn't legal." If they were a beta couple, then the law would just take their word for it, however, they are alpha and omega. One whiff of Draco's pure scent, and anyone, even betas will know he's not taken.
Sirius turns to Remus. "Narcissa and Lucius can take him back if they don't."
"He is sick." Remus crosses his arms, "He has broken ribs. I can't allow it."
"I will be gentle," Harry promises.
"It's okay," Draco arrives in the kitchen. The soup smells good and he hasn't eaten anything in what seems like forever. "I can take it." He is tough, despite being an omega. If he can handle whatever psychopathic Narcissa can throw at her, then he can handle a little light petting from good-natured Harry.
"What are you doing up?" Remus grabs Draco's shoulders and pushes him back toward his spot on the sofa. "You are very, very sick." He says as he wraps the blanket around Draco again.
"I know this is inconvenient," Harry pleads with Sirius, "But I can't let him go back to Malfoy Manor."
"It's not me you need to worry about." Sirius wants Draco here as well. "It's Remus." He gestures to his omega who is pushing Draco to lie down, asking him if he needs another blanket. Or four. "If you can get through him, you have my blessing."