"What happened here?" When Harry returns home later, he can smell Remus' tears.
"The girl went home, and Remus lost it." Sirius whispers to Harry so the omegas can't hear him. "Draco fixed it."
"Draco fixed it?" Harry says, shocked. His pancake isn't exactly known for being helpful or even noticing when others are suffering. Back in the day Draco would just laugh at people going through a hard time. Now he is just oblivious to it. Harry knows that is some serious character development.
"He was wonderful." Sirius cannot believe what he is saying. "He is kind of a good person now." He makes a face because he just complimented Draco. Gross.
"Wow," Harry knows his pancake has been wonderful lately, but to hear it from another person is shocking. "So, you see it too, huh?"
"I can't believe it." Sirius saw how nice Draco was today, and how comforting he was to Remus. "I feel as if I am having a dream," He admits to Harry, "A very mediocre dream."
"Hi p-" Harry almost says pancake but thinks better of it. Judging from the knowing look on everyone's face, they know what he meant. "Princess."
"How is princess better than pancake?" Sirius asks Remus who shrugs.
"How are you?" Harry didn't think the little stalker child would have such an effect on Remus. Children follow omegas all the time, Harry has seen it happen to Remus on so many occasions and it never had this type of effect on him before.
"I was sad this morning and then pancake fixed it." Remus explains to Harry, who nods in shock. This is a surreal moment. Draco helped another person.
Maybe this is a parallel universe.
"I missed you." Harry tells Draco who blushes at the loving attention.
"You are both disgusting." Sirius tells the couple, who looks as if they haven't even heard him.
"You are disgusting." Harry reminds Sirius. He's had to share a space with his parents, who are sickeningly in love. It's about damn time they feel the same worrying shame around another couple.
"Are those for me?" Draco notices the flowers in Harry's hand.
"Yeah," Harry blushes and Sirius rolls his eyes.
"Were we really this bad?" Remus can't believe how annoying people in love are.
"Yes," Harry hands Draco the lilies, watching admiringly as his beautiful mate smells the flowers. He doesn't know which is prettier, the mate or the flowers. "You look nice today." Is all he can say to Draco, who looks like a model in his new clothes.
"I can't." Sirius admits to Remus as he walks away with his mate. "They are disgusting."
"They are gone now," Draco says dryly as Harry kisses his cheek, "You can stop."
"I was wondering," Harry massages the back of his head, suddenly self-conscious. "Do you want to go somewhere with me?"
"Go somewhere with you?" Draco asks, his tone incredulous. "Don't tell me we are going to the mall again." He mocks. He doesn't need another child obsessed with him and following him home.
Harry clears his throat. "I regret the way our relationship started."
Draco feels a sudden dread take over him, he almost drops the flowers.
"No," Harry grabs Draco and pulls him in his arms. "Fuck no," He curses himself when he notices the sudden dark thoughts Draco's mind effortlessly produces. The blond clearly has some form of PTSD judging from the nightmares, the intrusive thoughts, and the plain fact that he grew up with Narcissa Malfoy. "I marked you, remember?" He presses Draco to look at the facts, "I can't take that back, I don't want to take that back."
Breaking up with Draco now would be akin to returning found gold. Harry isn't letting Draco go anywhere. Now that the blond is marked, he is stuck with Harry forever.
"Then…" Draco knows his emotions are a mess. He is suddenly reminded of his childhood. Narcissa would play mind games with him, give him nice things and take them away or hide them, and other shit like that. She would pretend to love him for days, even months on end only to resort to violence and humiliation again. Degrading him came naturally to her. Once he presented as an omega, she had a field day, knowing he would lose his beta strength and not be able to defend himself. He knows Harry wouldn't do that, ever, but the fear is there, lurking behind his conscious, logical thoughts. These fears manifest every night, ready to pounce everytime he lets his guard down.
He is scared that one day Harry is going to change, and there is some form of a real person behind all the kindness, waiting to hurt him.
Harry feels incredibly sad at Draco's trust issues. He isn't even mad that his mate doesn't fully believe him. Who can blame Draco after everything the blond has been through? "Will you go out with me?" He can only hope that after enough time spent together, the blond can learn to trust Harry.
"Go out with you?" Draco can't believe the question.
"Like on a date." Harry regrets not accepting Draco's offer to sleep together in college, but in his defense, he is kind of a royal prude.
"You sure are," Draco scoffs. Harry is afraid to get rough with him, despite the omega's insistence that he can handle it. He wishes the alpha would stop being so vanilla, and really give Draco the hard fucking he needs and deserves.
After years and years of being a hermit because of his gender, Draco finally has a bedmate he wants to explore his new sexuality with. Of course it had to be the patron saint of self-control, Harry fucking Potter who won't let Draco have any real fun. Harry is super careful with Draco, as if he would break. He only has missionary, vanilla sex, the furthest he is willing to go is the shower. He won't even knot Draco anymore, afraid that he is going to put too much strain on Draco's body and mind.
"I borrowed Percy's car," Harry admits sheepishly.
"I can't believe you can drive." Draco follows Harry outside after he is done placing the flowers in an empty vase with water in it.
"Yes," Harry admits, "You will never guess who taught me."
Draco makes a face at Percy's modest car as Harry opens the passenger door for him, and then his eyes widen in realization. "No."
"I wasn't being a good assistant because I wasn't able to drive anywhere," Harry laughs when he remembers Snape's annoyed instructions, the biting tone, oh the constant criticism. Snape is a good reason why Harry is a perfectionist. It has certainly helped him a lot in his career.
"I would kill to be able to see that," Draco blinks when Harry opens his mind and lets his mate envision the scene. The omega laughs when he sees a faded memory of Snape threatening to run Harry over should he dent his car. "Oh, the professor sure loves his vehicle."
"It's a nice car," Harry shrugs, as he pulls out of the unpaved road which is their driveway. "He has a nice house and a lot of money."
Draco thinks of Snape as a father figure, but he cannot imagine why someone wouldn't want him. "I can't believe some omega out there rejected him," Draco rolls his eyes when Harry pesters him to put on his seat belt.
"What do you think she was like?" Harry knows there was a woman, and she chose to die rather than mate with Snape. He is curious as fuck about her. There was no trace of her in Snape's house.
"Maybe it's a he." Draco bursts out laughing at Harry's wide-eyed look. "Shut up, it's possible."
"You think…" Harry blinks. He cannot imagine such a thing but then again, he never imagined himself with a man. Now he can't believe he was ever attracted to women. Draco is all he ever wants. "Wow." He shakes his head, as the car weaves through the winding road which leads out of the forest and toward the city. "I don't think it was a guy."
"Why not?" Draco is pretty curious himself. He asks and asks, but Severus never responds to his queries.
"I don't know," Harry shrugs. "I don't think it was a man. It was a woman. A very intelligent woman. He loves intelligent girls." Severus may be unmated and in pain, but he goes out once in a while.
Harry had his fair share of awkward encounters with women in the mornings when he was working as Severus' assistant. He has had to make them pancakes and give them cab fares. He even had to drive some of them home. Those were some of the most awkward conversations of Harry's life. He had to explain to these ladies that their relationship with Severus wasn't going anywhere. "Trust me." He knows that Severus had a type. "It was a woman. A ginger-haired girl."
All the girls Severus dated were redheads. Harry loves telling Ron that because it makes him uncomfortable to think that Severus' mate may just be a dead Weasley.
Draco squints suspiciously and not for the first time. He has seen pictures of Harry's mother, a breathtaking ginger woman, girl really. She died in her early twenties. Remus often brings out pictures of him, James, Lily, and Sirius. Severus is in some of them. They hung out in the same circles, went to the same universities, stood at each others' weddings.
When Draco first saw the pictures, he couldn't believe how young and damn pretty Sirius and Remus looked, and desperately in love. He envies their relationship, and wishes he mated with Harry that young. It would have saved him a lot of heartache.
The more Remus showed him the pictures (he brings them out every night, to remember the good old days when his friends were alive and well and everything was easy and fun), the more Draco has started to notice things.
Harry is a spitting image of James, but has his mother's lovely green eyes. Severus and Lily made sure to never stand next to each other, always someone in between them. Lily got sicker as the years went on. She went from being a healthy vivacious teenager, to a broken, sick woman who died shortly after she had Harry.
The pictures shortly after her death are devastating. Sirius looks suddenly older, having lost his boyish charm to a wary sense of responsibility. Having gone from being a young man with all the control in the world to a weary man with a mate and baby. Remus looks equally aged, sadness heavy around his eyes, haunted by the sudden shock of losing his friends. They both look at least a decade older, still attractive but tired, so very tired. The small baby in between them is so innocent and precious, making Draco want to have lots of pups to replace such adorableness.
"Shut up," Harry has a vision of what Draco is thinking. It makes him laugh a little. "My mother was not Severus' mate. My father was her mate. She died during childbirth." He catches the end of Draco's wishful thought. "We would be lucky if we can have one."
"I want ten." Draco is content with Harry dismissing his thoughts about Severus and Lily. Remus had shut his questions down, desperately shushing him, in case Harry's powerful hearing caught what they were conversing about.
"I am not letting you have ten." Childbirth is hard on a body. Harry isn't putting his pancake through that. "I am going to let you have one."
"I am not going on pills." Draco says, not for the first time. He wants to be pregnant more than anything. It's why he feels so bad for Remus, who wants the same thing, to have his alpha's pup growing in his body.
"You…" Harry cannot express in words how much it means to him that Draco made Remus feel better.
"Harry," Draco sighs at the thought. "I was just…"
"Empathizing with him?" Harry cannot believe how kind Draco was being. It is so uncharacteristic and shocking.
"I know the feeling, okay?" Draco stares down at his flat stomach disappointedly. "I know how he feels."
"Well," Harry knows it's been awful for Remus, not having anyone to share his feelings with. Lily was his best friend and confidant. Now he's living with alphas constantly, men who don't get what being an omega is like. Draco's presence really helps Remus feel heard. "I appreciate it."
"Harry," Draco looks around when his husband parks. "This is a five-star restaurant. You need a reservation."
"I have a reservation." Harry gets out of the driver's seat and makes sure he opens the door for Draco. He wants to prove to his mate that chivalry is not dead.
"How did you do that without me noticing?" Draco lets Harry help him out of the passenger seat. "I thought we weren't supposed to block our thoughts." Part of him, the part he still manages to keep hidden from Harry, wonders why his husband is making the effort. Dating is meant to get a mate, Harry already has Draco forever.
"Do you really want to be in my head when I am performing surgery?" Harry grabs Draco around the waist, possessively, happy to show his princess mate off.
"So, we are allowed to block our thoughts when performing surgery," Draco says as Harry opens the restaurant door for him, "and or planning a surprise date."
"Exactly," Harry pulls a chair out for Draco when the maître d' leads them to their table.
Draco went to a lot of parties because his parents made him, but he has never been on a date, at least not after he presented. He used to be free as a bird before that, coming and going as he pleased. He lost all free will after. He feels that same sense of freedom now, something he lost a long time ago. "This is nice."
"It is pretentious as fuck," Harry frowns at all the chandeliers and the luxurious décor.
"Then why did you bring me here?" Draco likes this place. It used to be his favourite back before he presented.
"Because you like it." Harry knows because all the girls used to brag about coming here with the Malfoy heir.
"Oh god yes," Draco laughs at all the dates he used to have. All the potential Mrs. Malfoys wanted to come here. "It used to be like a few hundred pounds a plate at least."
"It's more like a thousand now," Harry isn't exactly lacking for money but he thinks all that money for such little food is wasteful.
"Pansy used to…" Draco immediately stops himself.
"Pansy used to what?" Harry narrows his eyes. "Tell me," He orders, knowing Draco would be compelled to answer.
Draco blushes at the memory. "She would suck me off, under the table." He and Pansy used to have sex all the time, before she presented and married Blaise. She wants Draco for herself. No one is immune to omega charms, not even other omegas, and Pansy fell even harder in love when Draco presented. He went from being a badass, severe beta to an alluring submissive, so pretty and perfect. He was the ultimate prize and Pansy wanted him all to herself. She was quite unhappy at his marriage, but had sent a present, an unopened package he had carelessly thrown in a closet back at the Malfoy Mansion.
She loved fucking Draco when he was a beta, it's why she is always begging for a threesome now, hoping to rekindle their easy, casual intimacy. He would have let her fuck him before he met Harry, but he had a problem with Blaise joining in. He wasn't looking to be knotted by him, and considering Draco has never taken birth control, risk being impregnated by him. Considering Blaise is not Draco's alpha, he was deeply uncomfortable with sleeping with someone he didn't belong to. He was kind of waiting for his knight in shining armour.
"Do tell," Harry asks, his tone bitter and angry.
"We got caught and kicked out once." Draco is technically not allowed back here. The maître d' would recognize him but he's presented since then and his harsh, critical beta features have given way to an innocent, helpless look.
Harry feels a wave of hate take over him at what Draco just told him, both with those pretty lips and with that trusting mind. The memory stings Harry, he hates the idea of someone but him making Draco cum.
"I am sorry," Draco runs a nervous hand through platinum blond hair, tousling the silky strands.
"You don't have to apologize." Harry knows that Draco's trust in him is a good thing, and he doesn't want to take that for granted. He is just grateful Draco never slept with an alpha male before. Harry would be in prison for murder right now. "What happened before I entered your life is not my business."
"My life is your business." Draco feels a little hurt at the dismissiveness. His Harry is usually so kind and sensitive. This is kind of out of character for his husband. Draco knows that he is becoming nicer and Harry is becoming more selfish because their personalities are rubbing off on each other. However, this is a bit much.
Harry could have phrased that better. "I mean," He takes Draco's trembling hand and kisses the inside of his mate's wrist. "If I ever see Pansy again, I may just slit her throat."
Draco tries not to feel fondness at that confession. He really does. "She is my friend. Kind of." He really isn't thinking before he is speaking today, his guard is down. "She gave good head." Draco even envies her for it. All he wants is to please Harry to perfection. Getting better at fellatio is one of his life goals.
"Excuse me?" Harry's tone is dangerous. "What did you just say?"
"This was a bad idea," Draco was a major slut before he met Harry, and his husband is going to hate hearing those stories. He needs to learn to keep his stupid mouth shut.
"Yes, it was," Harry slams the menu (in Latin, who the fuck reads Latin) on the table and bends his knees, sliding his body under the table.
"Harry, what…" Is all Draco manages to say before he holds back a loud gasp, as Harry pulls out his cock and swallows it whole. "Fuck."
He mewls, thanking god they are seated in a fairly private area. Harry had insisted on a corner all to themselves, and Draco is insanely thankful for it. Harry's tongue slides over his cock, making him gasp so loudly, the beta couple seated twenty feet away from them look up, concerned.
Draco tries to give them an appeasing stare, and they look at each other and then their menus again. He whimpers when Harry sucks even harder, making him come down his alpha's throat. Harry slides back out, and grabs their menu, as if nothing happened, licking his lips as if he's already had a go at the dessert cart. "The mousse looks fine."
The beta couple stare at Harry. They saw Harry reappear from under the table. The girl is blushing. The guy is staring at Draco as if he's the mousse. He hurriedly looks back down when Harry turns toward them, glaring threateningly.
Draco finally manages to speak after they have ordered, judging from the way the waiter had looked at them, he can easily smell how horny Draco is, "I don't think I am going to survive this relationship."
"Not a single thing on here tastes as good as you." Harry says, a little annoyed that Draco's taste is fading from his lips. He wants to go in for seconds.
"Are you trying to send me into heat or something?" Draco asks, exasperated when Harry growls at yet another alpha male. "Harry, they can smell me. I am wet."
"You do smell good." Harry has to admit. "I do get leave for your heat."
"I know," Draco scoffs. He tries not to think about his heats too much. They are deeply uncomfortable at best, and downright painful at their worst. It was bad enough he had to go through them alone, constantly fearful that his parents would offer their alpha friends to take Draco through them. Now that he has Harry, he is actually looking forward to his heat. He has a feeling it is going to be amazing and deeply pleasurable.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Just when Harry thinks he has learned the depth of Malfoy dysfunction, another rotten layer reveals itself. "What the fuck is wrong with your family?" He doesn't understand how parents can be so evil.
"Well." Draco often wonders that himself, happy to be away from them. "They come from old money, and things like money and power corrupt." He knows for a fact that he wouldn't be such a crappy person in college if he didn't have more money than god.
"So, I have heard." Harry remembers not believing Draco's net worth back when they first met.
"I genuinely thought I was going to inherit all those billions." Draco remembers feeling like he was on top of the world. "Now I'm just some doctor's trophy wife." He jokes, but judging from Harry's pleased look, the alpha took that quite literally. "I miss university though." He remembers drinking every day and fucking a new girl every night.
"I can't let you fuck girls," Harry frowns, "but we can still drink."
"I don't want to fuck girls." Draco says as his alpha orders a drink for him. He hopped from bed to bed, searching for the perfect orgasm, not knowing that his still developing body was seeking Harry. He even tried to get his alpha in bed before he presented.
"Draco," Harry feels so dumb all of a sudden. "I can't believe I did that."
"Better late than never?" Draco stares at the fruity drink placed in front of him. "I am more of an absinth person."
"Oh, shut up." Harry makes an annoyed sound, having dealt with Sirius' absinth obsession for a few months now. He can't wait for his dad to be over with that shit.
Draco shrugs, "I am fairly sure it's a Black family thing. Mother likes it too."
"Well, you can't handle absinth now," Harry says, protectiveness clear in his tone as Draco sips the sugary drink. "I can't let you drink hard liquor."
"Mm," Draco makes an appreciative sound as the sweet beverage hits his tongue, the mildly alcoholic drink easily giving him a buzz. "This tastes good." He never liked sweet things before he presented but he is kind of soft now and he feels okay with that. "Yummy."
"I don't think I am going to survive a marriage with you," Harry stares hungrily as Draco licks the sugar off his lips.
"Wow," Draco blinks, drunk already. He used to be able to drink a lot of liquor before, not as much as an alpha usually, but still. He could drink Blaise under the table at one point. Now one sip of a sugary fruit drink with a sprint of rum and the room is spinning. "You better get me home."
"I am tired of home." Harry says, still mildly irritated at the thought of Pansy and Draco together. "I hate that my parents are so close by." He doesn't need the people who raised him hearing what he does to his mate. Thankfully there is an entire floor of the house between him and his parents. It doesn't fix the problem but it helps immensely.
"I don't care if they hear us," Draco shrugs drunkenly. He kind of even likes it.
"Freak!" Harry exclaims at Draco's thought. "You do not!"
Draco knows that if it was Severus living with them, he would feel the same way Harry does. "Sure, I do." Draco doesn't mind it if Sirius hears them, because his alpha cousin is dead inside like most Blacks and doesn't give a fuck about anything Harry and Draco do because they are consenting adults. Remus is always so nice and attentive to Draco's needs after, worrying that Harry is being too rough with him.
"Am I?" Harry frowns, not liking that he is hurting his mate, or that Remus thinks that Harry is being too harsh on the vulnerable blond.
"No, you are not, stupid." Draco blinks as the room spins a little. "I just like it when he's nice to me." He can't believe that he just said that out loud but his lips seem to have a mind of their own. "No one's ever been nice to me before." After growing up with Narcissa, it's refreshing to have that kind of doting and platonic attention.
"I am nice to you, right?" Harry feels very insecure all of a sudden. He is known to be a kind person, but he is an alpha, and aggression, and brutish behaviour come naturally to him.
"Yes," Draco slurs a little. "I am so tired." He complains and grabs his forehead.
"Come on," Harry quickly pays the bill, and helps Draco up. "Let's go." He helps his mate stand and leads him out of the restaurant and toward the connected hotel lobby.