Destined couple, it's the biggest nonsense that has ever occurred to me. It doesn't make sense that the magician with whom I have gotten along the worst since school is precisely my destined partner, I must have gone crazy.
In the days after Halloween he told himself that this call had only been a figment of his imagination, that Malfoy was not his destined companion and that it was only a coincidence that the blonde had manifested himself as an omega a few days later. Even when Hermione didn't want to let the matter go, he seemed to forget about it completely (or so she tried to pretend). But a few weeks after that day something happened again.
«The aromas between destined alpha and omega are very important, if the aroma of an omega is the right one, that of your destined partner, you will know immediately», that's what Remus had said.
Now, as he trained on the Quidditch pitch with Ron and the rest of the Auror team he realized that Remus didn't just talk for the sake of talking.
He was on the broom, calling attention to his lazy companions who didn't seem to want to cooperate and suggesting moves to the few who were interested.
—Taylor, could you explain to Demelza the movement you mentioned a moment ago?
The witch nodded with conviction.
— Gra...
He didn't finish thanking them for the support, as a sweet and refreshing aroma dispersed throughout the Quidditch field. It was a combination between green apples and cinnamon. An aroma too delicious for her taste. Dazed, he staggered on the broom.
- Oh no! The Unspeakables are here," Ron mentioned.
Harry didn't mention it, he simply looked down at the group of workers in green and sky blue sports robes. And there he was, Draco Malfoy, not only his life enemy, but also his Quidditch rival since their second year of school. His smug smile and superior pose didn't stop Harry from inhaling sharply his scent. He also heard the blonde's voice in the distance, that voice that captivated him during the Halloween celebration. How did this kind of thing happen to him? So many years of listening to the insults and mockery of the person who was supposed to be his life partner. Complete shit.
— ¿Harry?
He blinked in bewilderment, instantly noticing Ron standing next to him along with Auror Taylor.
—Huh? —She asked.
- Are you okay? Ron frowned and stared at him.
—Yes, no, I mean, it's Malfoy...
— Yes, mate, Malfoy, who wants to throw us out of here.
Harry blinked again. Didn't anyone notice how intense the omega smelled?
—He... —no matter how much he had wanted to, he couldn't have continued with the training—. Let's go, I'll talk to Robards later to request another training schedule for our team.
For a moment Ron was horrified, they had always fought with the unspeakables to defend their space and now they would simply give in, it was inconceivable, however, then he nodded when he saw that Harry didn't seem to be all that well. So he assembled the team immediately.
Are you okay? Ron questioned, once they arrived at the Auror Department showers.
Harry nodded.
Is it because of Malfoy? added the question. The brunette had remained staring elsewhere, except on the face of his friend, but upon hearing the name "Malfoy" he turned immediately.
What? No! No! Nothing of that.
Ron frowned.
You… seeing that his friend was not convinced, he decided to venture to reveal some doubts that had arisen with the last event. Did you know that Malfoy manifested as an omega recently?
The redhead nodded.
That's what I heard, right after Halloween. Malfoy is one of those exceptional cases of wizards, those that manifest themselves long after the approximate age range. Why the question?
"For nothing in particular," he hastened to say, "I was just surprised to see him." She was…
Different? That is normal in anyone who has just manifested, yourself...
Harry hastily nodded.
That's not what I wanted to say, sorry, I'm rambling.
His friend stared at him for several seconds, Harry felt like he was going to find out, but then he shrugged, deciding to go into one of the showers. The brunette let out the air he had kept in his lungs and remained thoughtful for a little longer.
Malfoy had always given off a subtle aroma of apples (I remembered having smelled it since Hogwarts), but after manifesting itself that essence had intensified and not only that, now the aroma of cinnamon accompanied him; too overwhelming for Harry, who for a moment wanted to get out of the showers and return to that Quidditch field to enjoy a little more of that sweet aroma to which he would undoubtedly become addicted in a short time.
He sighed defeated. Very soon, he was going to lose his mind.