When Harry's alarm goes off at six am the next morning, he doesn't think anything of it. His eyes open wide when the warm body in his arms groans. "Shut that the fuck off." Draco knocks the alarm clock off Harry's side table.
"Sorry," Harry turns the alarm off and places it back on the table. He places a kiss in soft blond hair and starts to get up, his inner self weeping at the loss of losing the skin-to-skin contact he had with Draco. Not to mention he has a raging erection. He hopes Ron forgives him for how many times Harry has used his mental image to control himself in twenty-four hours.
"You are leaving?" Draco reopens his eyes when Harry stands up and starts to search for clean scrubs in his closet. He doesn't mean to sound panicked, but if Harry leaves him, he is going to die, at least that's what his inner self is telling him right now. He is weak and helpless, in worse shape than usual, and he needs his big strong husband to keep him safe.
"No," Harry's higher brain doesn't even turn on, he answers with his caveman side. "Of course, I am staying with you." He responds gently, making Draco's frightened expression ease. "I just need to call into work first." Harry in all his years has never missed a class or a day of work. First time for everything.
"Okay," Draco sits up, his stomach hurting less than yesterday.
"Go back to sleep I will be back." Harry tries to reassure Draco but judging from the tense expression on that pretty face, he is not convinced. He dials the hospital's number by memory, letting his supervisor know he is not coming in today.
Considering Harry has never taken a day off, there had been well-meaning inquiries as to whether he is okay. Harry confirmed that he is taking his vacation days for his honeymoon, and considering Harry appears to be completely asexual at work, more inquiries were made as to whether his mate is real, or he has made up a person, apparently a common concern amongst alphas in healthcare settings struggling with mental health problems. Harry had reassured his chief surgeon that he is fine and that his mate is very much real. Upon disbelief, Harry had asked him to go and confirm with Dr. Pomfrey.
"Hey." Harry makes when he finds Draco sitting up, waiting anxiously, "I am back," He climbs back in bed.
"What did your work say?" Draco is so worried he messed things up for Harry. He knows how much being a doctor means to Harry and if he screwed this up for Harry, their relationship may be over. "Were they mad?" Draco tries not to sound so insecure as he asks.
"No, they weren't mad." Harry wraps himself around Draco, fitting himself perfectly behind his mate. "I will have to work like ten straight days to make up for our honeymoon. Percy agreed to cover for me."
"There's going to be a honeymoon?" Draco says as Harry places a kiss on his bare shoulder.
"Of course there's going to be a honeymoon." Harry keeps kissing Draco's shoulder, instinctively finding that juncture close to his neck where he is supposed to mark Draco.
Draco wrinkles his nose, a little upset. "Harry, you need to call work and postpone the honeymoon."
"Why?" Harry pulls back from Draco, making the omega vocally protest.
"I have broken ribs." Draco can't even sit up without help. "What the hell kind of honeymoon is this going to be?"
Harry took a week off, using his precious vacation days so that he can take care of Draco after the traumatic incident that he has been through. "It's going to be a very good honeymoon." Harry doesn't feel comfortable leaving Draco alone right now, and the blond needs him too judging by how clingy he is being right now.
"Let me spell this out for you," Draco hisses as he sits up, despite Harry's help, because his stomach is still tender, despite feeling loads better than yesterday. "I can't bend over for you in the upcoming week, so if you want to have a satisfying orgasm, I suggest you call your daddy at work and tell him you are rescheduling your little week off."
Harry takes a deep breath. He could have had an easy, simpering submissive, but he got stuck with Draco fucking Malfoy of all people. "Firstly, I have two daddies. One's in heaven, and one's currently in a hotel room, with his mate so that we can have some time alone. Secondly," He holds a hand up to stop Draco from interrupting him. "You are more than just a sex toy to me, whether you like it or not, so don't talk about yourself like you are some whore."
Draco scoffs, "Harry, let's not pretend this is anything more than it is." If he is going to keep Harry interested, he has to be what every alpha wants. He has to be pretty, he has to be a whore in bed, and most importantly, he has to be willing to give Harry what no one else can. Draco knows he can manage the first two things, but has no idea how to make himself irreplaceable in Harry's life.
"What is this?" Harry seats himself opposite Draco on his bed, their bed now, and cocks his head to the side, expecting a response. "Please, enlighten me."
The blond shrugs his shoulders. "You are stuck with me, I want to make it worth your while." He used to laugh at people who would want to charm their mate with looks and sex, hoping to trick them into sticking around forever. Now he's one of them. He is truly pathetic.
In a way, it was so much easier when he was living with his parents and there was no chance that his life would improve in any way. Now that he's got Harry for a mate instead of some brutish animal, he feels hopeful, and with hope comes pain.
"You want to make it worth my while?" Harry has no idea how he never noticed how broken Draco Malfoy is. Between the childish pranks and the snobbish peacocking, coupled with Harry's extreme ambition and drive to get into a professional school, there was no hope of their worlds clashing. It seems that the universe had a different plan. "I need you to let me lead things, Draco."
"It's what I am trying to do," Draco looks relieved almost. Finally, Harry and he are on the same page. "I want you to take charge," He spreads his legs. "Fuck me."
"Draco," Harry can't help but focus on the wince of pain on pretty features, "I decide when we fuck."
"Right," Draco can't help the feeling of arousal he feels at Harry's assertiveness.
"I decide when we are ready," Harry stands up and holds up his arms, "and I decide when we have breakfast."
"Huh?" Draco takes Harry's help and stands up, feeling a slight stab in his stomach, but nowhere near how uncomfortable he was yesterday.
Harry wants to offer to make Draco pancakes but thinks better of it. Neville said soups and other broths. However, it is breakfast time, so Harry can go and make himself some toast, and Draco some heated up soup from last night. "I think we should wash up, go downstairs, and spend quality morning time as a couple."
"I can still urinate by myself, Harry," Draco says when Harry remerges from the bathroom and asks him if he needs any help in the bathroom.
"I am going downstairs," Harry always heard that omegas are emotionally fragile, but now that he has an omega, he feels that the public reports and rumours are exaggerated. Draco is simply asking Harry to protect him because he feels threatened. "And I am going to make us breakfast."
"Can you please not?" Draco hates that he is being so vulnerable, but he can't help it. He feels that if Harry leaves, Draco will shatter into a thousand pieces. Yesterday, all he could think of was for someone to protect him, and now that someone is here, Draco cannot bear to part from him. "Can we just go back to bed?" Having skin-to-skin contact with Harry has been incredibly soothing.
Harry knows it's hard to reason with Draco at a time like this. He is hungry but his own needs can wait.
"I just want to be in bed all day." Draco pouts when Harry offers to carry him downstairs.
"We can eat and then back to bed." Harry pushes Draco toward the bathroom, frowning when the blond turns around and holds his hand up.
"I need a toothbrush, Harry." Draco rolls his eyes when his alpha takes his hand and kisses the inside of his wrist. "Unless you are planning on sharing yours with me."
"Ugh," Harry makes a disgusted face.
"You do realize we are going to share a lot more than that, right?" Draco informs Harry as if discussing something mundane, like a toothbrush. "I am your sex slave."
"Dear God," Harry closes his eyes and tries to remember that one time Ron and he went to the beach and his shorts fell off his hips. Instead of being embarrassed Ron had just gone around without any bottoms. "You are not a slave, you are my mate and I respect you," Harry says tersely. "Please stop making me think of Ron."
"You have an unhealthy relationship with the entire Weasley family." Draco takes the brand new toothbrush Harry brings him. "You need to form healthier relationships."
Harry wants to say, you're one to talk, but thinks it to be too hurtful, and instead says, "I am mating with my arch-nemesis, I don't need healthy relationships."
"Aww," Draco pauses in where he is looking for toothpaste. "You think of me as your nemesis? Adorable." He seems touched.
"Yeah," Harry can't resist this time, "You are the paragon of mental health."
Harry heats some soup and places it in the nicest bowl they own. He then proceeds to try and make himself pancakes and then thinks better of it. He makes delicious pancakes and doesn't want to tempt Draco when the blond can't have solid foods. He hears a knock on the front door and doesn't think anything of it, wondering if Remus decided to come home early because he is worried about Draco.
When the knocking persists, Harry notices Lucius' scent, his nostrils flaring as he smells the other alpha. "Go back upstairs," He orders Draco who has appeared in the ghastly apparel Harry gave him to wear.
"Father," Draco knows that scent. "Harry, let me talk to him."
"No," Harry says coldly, "Your parents are dead to you."
"Yeah," Draco scoffs, "For years now." He watches as Harry gets a machete and that coupled with him being shirtless is about the sexiest thing Draco has ever seen.
"Really?" Harry smells that Draco is wet. The scent is disturbingly familiar to Harry's demented alpha mind, kind of like pancakes he loves so much. He tries not to think about the fact that pancakes smell sexy to him or his mate smells like pancakes because as far as he is concerned, they are both delicious breakfast food. Harry wants to have Draco for breakfast. "Upstairs."
"I am going to take these off." Draco gestures to the hideous pajamas he is wearing. "And you are going to fuck my brains out."
Harry doesn't bother thinking about Ron right now. He thinks about murdering Draco's parents and that thought alone is enough to trump his sexual instincts. After all, the only thing an alpha wants to do more than fuck is kill. "What do you want?" He asks after he opens the door. Lucius blinks at his appearance.
"Look at you," The alpha looks at Harry with pity. "A man of science and medicine reduced to a cave troll because of my whore of a son."
"One more word about him," Harry holds the blade against Lucius' throat, "And you are dead."
"You are going to decapitate me?" Lucius isn't fazed, "Over Draco of all people? You can do better than that." He promises. "I had to mate with Narcissa but I have mistresses for a reason."
"Please, leave." Harry is going to injure Lucius and end up in prison, leaving Draco open to assault, victimization, and manipulation. Harry lowers his blade because he has a mate to think about now. "Now."
Harry smells like himself and is not at all bonded. "You haven't yet mated with him." Lucius cocks his head to the side, looking disturbingly similar to Draco when he makes that expression of mocking disgust. "I have every right to take him home with me."
"Go ahead and try," Harry raises the machete again, "Or I could get the gun, whatever works with you."
"I am coming back here with reinforcements," Lucius warns, and before turning around, he gives Harry a once over. "I am not saying you can't mate with him, Harry. We have to keep him alive, don't we? I am just saying when you are done playing with him, return him to me and Cissy."
"I am not giving him to anyone," Harry snarls. "He belongs to me and he is not going anywhere." That said, he slams the door shut and locks it.
"Do you mean that?" Draco's voice snaps him out of his reverie. "I am yours?" He is back downstairs, sans the ridiculous pajamas Harry put him in.
"I need to call Neville." Harry places the machete back on the wall, it is an antique after all and dials Neville's number by memory.
"Here I am," Draco is standing here naked, "Offering myself to you after you saved me from my bastard of a father. I am your prize, and instead of claiming me, you are calling the one person on this planet who is more boring than you."
"Harry?" Neville sounds perplexed, "Aren't you on your honeymoon?"
"I need you to let me have sex with Draco."
"Are you asking for my permission?" Neville's tone is full of disbelief and wonder.
"Yes," Harry knows that despite his extensive, and frankly frightening, medical knowledge, he is biased. He cannot be trusted to make the right decision when it comes to someone he wants so much.
"Harry, do you need me to come and watch you make love because I am at the end of a double shift and I am tired."
"I don't want you to do that." Harry doesn't sound very convincing. He ignores Draco's eye roll.
"His lower ribs are fractured, not middle or upper ribs which would lead to more complications. Sex is a low impact activity." Neville sounds annoyed but respects Harry too much to hang up on him. "Be careful and both of you should be fine."
"I can do that." Harry doesn't take it personally when Neville hangs up on him after an annoyed huff, or when Draco gives him an incredulous look and starts to go back upstairs.
"Longbottom gets to decide if I get laid or not." Draco cannot believe his new reality.