When Draco comes downstairs at five pm, he is nervous to see that Sirius and Remus are home. Thankfully, Harry is home from work, so Draco doesn't have to be alone with the in-laws. Considering Harry had to deal with Lucius and Narcissa, Draco can tolerate Sirius and Remus who are not psychopaths and seem to have no malintent.
"Good evening, cupcake." Remus pulls out a dining chair for him, making sure there is a pillow on it for the younger omega's surely abused bottom.
"I think you mean pancake." Sirius corrects his mate, who gets a cold towel and places it on Draco's forehead.
"Can I have coffee?" Draco asks Harry who looks at him as if he's the answer to all of the universe's problems.
"Why can't you have coffee?" Harry frowns, as Remus starts the coffee maker. "Why would you ask me?"
"Because he comes from a family where he has to ask his alpha for permission before he does anything," Sirius reminds Harry.
"The real crime is drinking coffee," Remus prefers tea himself, but who is he to deny the blond anything. "Lift your shirt."
"Huh?" Draco makes an alarmed sound as Remus forces him to move his shirt up so he can inspect the scar Narcissa left on his abdomen.
"It's healing nicely," Harry promises. Remus would kill him if he let anything bad happen to Draco.
"I am fine," Draco promises the older omega. "Your son took good care of me." He is a little surprised at the look of relief on Remus' face.
In Draco's experience, omegas are generally catty and mean to each other. His mother has been horrible to him since he presented, and Pansy has been conspiring to both get him into bed for a threesome with her husband and simultaneously trying to end his reputation. Thankfully, Draco had been able to refute her sexual advances and doesn't give a crap about what people think of him, so she can tell people whatever the fuck she wants.
Draco is lost in his reverie and fails to notice the question directed toward him, even after he's chugged half a cup of strong black dark roast coffee.
"So?" Remus and Sirius give Draco expected looks.
"So?" Draco is exhausted. One week of straight fucking, knotting and marking means he has no strength left in him. He is barely keeping his head upright even with twelve hours of sleep after Harry left for work. The coffee is barely working. He needs to go back to bed right now, but he will surely look bad and lazy in front of Sirius and Remus, so is trying to control his sleepiness.
He realizes the ship on his homemaking skills has long sailed since he woke up late in the evening today, and has not made Harry any meal whatsoever. If anything, Harry has been feeding him this past week. With any other alpha, Draco wouldn't have cared but this is someone he wants, and more importantly, this is someone who cares about him. He wants to take care of Harry and now regrets ignoring all those homemaking classes Narcissa sent him to. He would just sneak out and wander around the shops, buying things and enjoying his few moments of freedom from his crazy mother and tyrannical father.
He tries not to feel self-conscious but can't help it. These are Harry's parents and their opinion means a lot to the young alpha. If they deem Draco unworthy of their precious boy, then the omega will be devastated, now that he is bonded to his mate, and is even starting to have strong, loving feelings for his new protector.
"Where is the mark?" Remus asks, inspecting his neck under his pajama shirt, another hideous yet comfortable pajama set Harry had produced from his closet.
Draco blushes as he lowers his pajama shirt's collar to reveal the fresh mark of ownership on his neck.
"Nicely done, son," Sirius nods at Harry who looks proud as a peacock.
Remus frowns when he notices how tired and spent Draco is, his cheeks are rosy and feverish. "How many times did you knot him?" Remus confronts Harry who spits out his coffee.
"…" Sirius makes a face at the thought of Harry having sex. It's bad enough that he can smell it. Draco's sweet fragrance and Harry's aggressive, masculine scent are all over this house.
"Twice," Draco responds, making Harry sputter and make protesting sounds. "Once on my back, and once…"
"Shut up!" Harry and Sirius order Draco together, their faces red.
"You can't mate with him so aggressively," Remus scolds Harry, who looks younger and stronger and seems to have a bottomless pit of energy. His dark circles seemed to have disappeared. He is no longer sad, instead beaming like he once used to. That powerful alpha presence compared to Draco's frail omega body makes Remus worry. The blond is glowing and angelic, but tired. "Does he look sick to you?" Remus says as he presses a hand to Draco's forehead. "I think he feels warm to me."
"Your son stole my innocence," Draco informs Remus, as Sirius rolls his eyes. "He ruined me." Harry did ruin Draco, and broke him, and then rebuilt him into a person who is in pain, however, it's good pain. It's an ache that Draco can get used to. Being broken by Harry is something he craves again and again. It's his new addiction. The melancholia which had overtaken his body because of his family's abusive nature has disappeared. He feels well, and hopeful for the first time in his life.
"I would never hurt him," Harry promises his parents, "I would never hurt you," He wants to grab Draco and take him upstairs, hiding in their room forever. He hates that he has to go to work again tomorrow. "Did I hurt you?" He asks Draco, a little insecure.
"No, you did not," Draco promises Harry, and at Remus' concerned look reassures the other omega, "Your son was a perfect gentleman. He didn't hurt me, and I wanted him to…" He knows the word fucked won't be appreciated here, "make love to me. It was very romantic."
They did more than make love. Harry claimed Draco in every sense of the word. He feels thoroughly possessed by his alpha. If he had known that Harry's cock would heal and comfort him so much, Draco would have made it his mission to get Harry in bed on the very first ill-fated day of university that they met. Draco remembers freshmen week and hating Harry, the annoying young alpha looking to dominate university. Draco wishes Harry would have dominated him instead, saving him all these years of loneliness, deprivation, and depression.
"Aww," Remus says as Sirius frowns at the thought of Harry being romantic or making love.
"What do you want for dinner, Harry?" Sirius, desperate to think about anything else asks Harry, who looks as if he won the lottery. "How about some food?" The younger alpha has never looked healthier, happier, or stronger.
"Pancakes," Harry answers dreamily. "I want pancakes for dinner." Today was a hard and simultaneously pleasant day at work. His inner alpha pleads with him to quit work forever, and mate with Draco again and again. He has no idea how he is going to go to work tomorrow.
"Oh dear," Sirius gives Remus a knowing look. They know exactly what happened. Trust Harry to equate a comforting breakfast food with the omega he mated with.
Harry coughs, as approaches his mate, "Draco," He holds out a hand to his mate. He is afraid that if he kisses his mate he is going to start doing more than that, in front of his parents. He is also quite worried that he won't be able to go to work tomorrow because his instinct is to stay with Draco and protect him. The last week was pure bliss because all they did was spend time together, make love, and get to know each other. Harry wishes he could continue the honeymoon. One week seems extremely short in comparison to the amount of time the alpha wants with his mate: forever.
Draco squints as he accepts the handshake. "Harry," He mimics his husband's cordial tone. It's comical because their interactions past week were so intimate and sexual, now they are just shaking hands.
"I hope you had a good day." Harry nods a little. He resists the urge to kiss the dainty wrist or pull Draco in his arms.
"I did," Draco adds quite formally. "And I hope you did as well."
"It will get easier," Sirius knows exactly what Harry is going through. He was on track to becoming a professor just like Severus. Unfortunately, he couldn't leave Remus alone at home with their small child. Luckily their finances have been good enough for him to quit his career. Now that Harry is going through a similar thing, Sirius feels ready to support his godson through this difficult transition.
"No, it won't." Remus scoffs. It's why Sirius quit his job. He couldn't bear to be away from his mate and baby. At his husband's look he says, "I mean, it will get easier over time."
"What will get easier?" Draco asks the couple after Harry forces himself to go upstairs to shower and change out of today's scrubs.
"Being away from you," Sirius saw the look on his son's face. It's the same look he has around Remus, he has been informed. Harry is smitten with his new mate.
"Pancakes for dinner again," Remus sighs and gets the syrup to place on the table.
"What is with the fucking pancakes?" Draco asks as Remus then takes another cool cloth and places it over his forehead. "All fucking week, your kid and his damn pancakes."
"Well," Sirius says, not sure how to explain this. "You taste like a pancake to Harry."
"Oh," Draco suddenly understands a lot of Harry's behaviour. He also gets why a lot of their honeymoon consisted of pancakes. He turns a deep red when he realizes that when Harry ate him out so enthusiastically, he may have been thinking of pancakes. He tries not to focus so much on such a sexy memory lest he gets wet and everyone smells him.
"All alphas associate their mates with things they love." Remus elaborates, even more, worried now that Draco has turned bright red, his cheeks an adorable rouge. The blond looks feverish and exhausted.
"What do you associate Remus with?" Draco asks Sirius, who gives Remus a lovesick look.
"Rain." Sirius is a creature of the outdoors. He loves rain and his mate's scent is luscious and delicious like the advent of a thunderstorm.
"Oh the rain," Remus shakes his head, "God help me if it starts raining outside." There is a reason Sirius spends so much time watching the weather network.
"Do all alphas and omegas do this?" Draco has never seen his parents in the same room unless something dire is happening. He has no idea if Lucius likes the way Narcissa smells and at this point, he is afraid to ask.
"Well," Remus looks a little taken aback. He thought this was common knowledge. "Yes."
"Oh," Draco blinks sleepily.
"You are tired," Remus stands up and holds up a hand for Draco. "I will bring you dinner in bed, come on."
Draco is too tired to question why Remus is being nice to him. It's as if Harry fucked all the paranoia out of him.
"What's wrong?" Harry returns downstairs. He is wearing the same pajamas Draco is.
"Dear God," Draco cannot believe they are both dressed in identical Hello Kitty pajamas. "Why?" He has so many questions.
"They were on sale," Sirius shrugs defensively. They see something comfortable they buy it. It's not like they need to impress each other at this point.
"Are you okay?" Harry presses the back of his hand against Draco's forehead.
"He needs a pregnancy test," Remus informs Harry, making him and his omega give each other wide-eyed looks. "Unless you were careful and used protection?"
Sirius scoffs, "Right." He remembers his first time with Remus. He is surprised they both survived. Judging from how ruined Draco looks, and how stupidly happy Harry is, there was a similar effect accomplished here.
"Dear," Remus gives his husband a warning look. "There are kids present."
"Unless Draco is carrying a child," Sirius says as Harry blinks slowly, processing this information. "There are no kids present. These are two adults who did filthy things to each other."
"There was no protection," Harry remembers discussing condoms and suppressants. Draco had vehemently turned both of those options down.
Draco gets another helpless, innocent look on his face, "I kept begging Harry but he won't even consider any birth control methods. He said that my only purpose in life is to have children because that's what my body is made for."
If looks could kill Remus would have slain Harry right now.
Sirius knows how much enjoyment Draco gets from messing with people. "That's not what happened, is it Harry?"
"N-No," Harry has seen Remus mad before, but never at him. It's terrifying.
"Nevertheless," Remus lightly slaps Draco, wiping the false vulnerable expression off his face. "Draco needs to rest."
"Was I too harsh on him?" Harry asks Sirius when Remus has taken Draco upstairs.
"How can I possibly answer that?" Sirius places the plate of pancakes in front of Harry and hands him a bottle of syrup. At Harry's wounded look, he takes pity on the younger alpha, "Was it consensual?"
"Oh god yes," Harry would rather drop dead than do anything to Draco without permission. If anything, Draco had to constantly and consistently ask for some of the rougher sex acts.
"Was it fun?" Sirius rolls his eyes when Harry blushes and covers his face. "Then you have nothing to feel guilty about. You are two adults who had sex. Marital sex for god's sake!" He says when Harry sits down and starts inhaling his pancakes.
"I have so much power over him," Harry rests his head in his hands, and has a sip of Draco's leftover coffee. "His parents are such bastards. I love him so much." He keeps stating facts.
"You love him?" Sirius asks, his tone full of wonder.
"Yeah," Harry can't believe he said that out loud. "He is kind of great."
Sirius doesn't think so, but then again, Draco isn't his soulmate, he is his annoying cousin and now kind of his son-in-law. "I am happy for you, son." He is glad Harry found his omega and now appears to be smitten with him. As someone who loves his mate a lot, it is nice to see another alpha omega pair who fell in love, and not together out of necessity.
"Now what do I do?" Harry seems lost. Mating is the easy part. Now he has to spend his life with Draco. "Do I move out?" He turns to Sirius.
"Are you okay leaving him alone at home while you go to work?" Sirius wants to give the couple their privacy, but Draco is an omega, not able to defend himself all that well. Especially since all that stuff with him and his insane parents has gone down. Sirius knows his cousin. She will stop at nothing to achieve her goals. Draco is just a pawn in her sick game. "I don't recommend being alone, Harry."
"Oh god, work," Harry had a great day at work today, but it was still taxing being away from his mate.
"You can keep your career," Sirius promises, "You just have to compartmentalize." Sirius did not have that luxury as a young scholar. The two people he would have dared leave Remus and baby Harry with were dead already. It's why Sirius and Remus were caring for their godson in the first place. Harry has a family he can rely on. Sirius places a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Thank you," Harry grabs the hand on his shoulder, squeezing it, "the only thing which kept me going today was knowing you and Remus are here."
"Narcissa and Lucius will not stop." Sirius warns Harry who doesn't bother pouring himself any more coffee. As an alpha, he doesn't need that much sleep, to begin with, and if he keeps taking caffeine, he won't sleep for days. "They have a plan for Draco, Harry. Don't let them take him."
"Over my dead body," Harry says, visibly angry. "No one will ever take him away from me."