Chapter 4

As the seasons flew by, Harry was not called to the Emperor's service as he had feared, but he had been invited to many of the social functions he had managed to avoid previously.

The worst of these were with the more seasoned concubines and consorts such as Consort Delacour and Imperial Concubine Lily Moon. He continued to use the same technique of attending the bare minimum of these functions to appear polite, but not enough to garner any unwanted attention to his person. Despite this, he still hated the unnecessary pomp and circumstance accompanied by the social functions. Often he found himself drained by just sitting amidst all the political maneuvering and schemes. His only scheming thus far was managing to spend his sixteenth birthday alone with Hermione and not at another social function. He was a quiet person, and despite his bout of spontaneity once in a while, he did not like noise.So with all this said, Harry was not very happy to be summoned to Draco Malfoy's palace by the Empress at seven on a cold November morning, he felt as raw as uncooked vegetables. He arrived a bit later than the summons requested but he could not walk any faster this early without fainting dead in the cold snow. Upon his arrival, he noticed that all the prominent concubines were there already, he was the last. Some were sitting in chairs with tight smiles as they looked straight ahead. Most were standing near the emerald colored bed where Draco lay, rubbing his stomach and looking very pleased with himself. Belatedly he noticed that the Emperor and his two lovers were sitting beside the blonde, their eyes warmer than usual, speaking softly to the concubine. In less than a year of his entrance into the imperial palace Draco Malfoy had managed to become pregnant, he was already three months pregnant. Harry almost wanted to applaud him. In one move, the blond concubine had decimated any rivals he may have had and pulled the Emperor's favor closer to his bosom. But Harry knew that the blonde had also humiliated and infuriated the older consorts and even the Empress by falling pregnant so easily. He noted the looks of the older consorts and the Empress as he moved to sit quietly in the corner of the room where his presence would be obscured by the much taller Noble Lady Parkinson. Out of the corner of his eye he spied his sister looking forlorn in a light pink robe, She was trying, and failing to look happy for her pregnant friend. She had been promoted to Noble Lady due to her close association with Malfoy, and Harry knew that she'd serviced the Emperor and his Kings at least once. He wondered what specifically caused her sadness. Was it the fact that Malfoy became pregnant, or that she'd failed to achieve the same? Harry's eyes stayed on her for a second more before averting them back to the blonde on the bed.bThe miserable looks of the other concubines didn't matter because everyone else had failed to accomplish what Malfoy had.

It was unnecessary for the concubines and consorts to be in attendance of this clear show of superiority, and Harry was very positive that it was the Emperor's idea. He wanted to remind them of their purpose, and admonish them for their failure to deliver. Pun intended. As he was busy observing and organizing his findings in his head, he almost missed the heated look directed towards him. He raised his head slowly to gaze into onyx eyes dark as the day is light. He shivered. Rising and bowing automatically, he lowered his eyes, sat down once again, and waited to be dismissed with the other concubines. "You've done well my Dragon," the Emperor enthused, "I am proud of you." Draco beamed up at the monarch and continued to preen as he was showered with compliment after compliment.

Harry wanted to puke, but that was probably the vile concoction Hermione called medicine he'd ingested earlier, or not.

Probably not. He mentally shook his head and remembered that this was a good thing; Draco Malfoy's pregnancy means that he would be completely forgotten by the Emperor. Hopefully all his little invitations would cease also. Gradually, he realized that nobody gathered knew what to do next-there hadn't been a royal pregnancy since the birth of Prince Michael, a product of rape between the Onyx King's brother and a humble maid.

Palace rumors were that the maid had committed suicide after giving birth and the child was quietly spirited away to an unknown palace by his uncle. That was almost six years ago. The lack of sustained pregnancies was expected, magic has been dormant in the "wizarding" world for quite some time. Nowadays, only the most powerful of wizards made use of their magic anymore. The most powerful of these select few is of course the Emperor, followed by his lovers. Magic is very selective, and despite the many couplings the Emperor has had with his consorts and concubines over the years, their weak magical cores almost immediately terminated any resulting pregnancies in an effort to protect the bearer from the Emperor's foreign and domineering magic. While this shouldn't be a problem for his lovers to conceive, they struggle as well because their, quite powerful, magic fights with the more dominant magic of the Emperor. The fighting magics make it difficult for their magic to be accepted by the potential bearers as well. So the Emperor, and his Kings are simply too powerful to sire a child. At least that was the consensus, until Malfoy-the-great shattered it. Shifting slightly to relieve some pressure from his behind, he looked to the Empress and was shocked at the lack of a composure on her face. She seemed genuinely shocked and dismayed about the pregnancy. He averted his eyes from the raw emotions emitting from her aura. Sometimes he wished he wasn't so sensitive to people's feelings.

As the legal and longest spouse of the Emperor, not including the Kings, she was the most humiliated, bested by a seventeen year old concubine.

He needed to defuse the tension in the room before it overwhelmed him. Harry swallowed the anxiety in his throat and rose gracefully, with the help of Hermione, and walked the few feet between him, the Emperor, and his lovers. He took careful steps and subtly favored his right leg as to avoid putting unnecessary pressure on his left leg; lately his legs have become the fixture of his illness. When he reached Draco's bedside, he slid into an effortless curtsy, gritting his teeth against the pain and breathing slowly to calm his voice. He first congratulated the Emperor, then the Kings, and finally, Draco Malfoy with all the heartfelt joy in his heart. Which in this case, was plenty. Granted, he was not happy that Malfoy had been the concubine who conceived a baby, but he was happy that a baby was conceived. The likely result of the Emperor forgetting him was just a bonus at this point. King Malfoy inclined his head towards Harry and went back to caressing the identical blonde haired concubine in the bed. Harry shuddered. That image. Harry focused on the movement of those around him and saw that all the concubines and the Empress alike had woken from their bout of uncertainty and begun to congratulate the Emperor with fake smiles. At least the tension in the room wasn't as concentrated anymore. "Your Majesty, as I am sure that Imperial Concubine Malfoy is tired, May we be excused?" The Empress had regained her facade of gentle mother. "Yes, you are all dismissed." The Emperor didn't move his hands from the concubine's stomach and Harry watched eagerly as the unflappable Empress clenched her fists before slowly opening them. She nodded, smiled at Draco and left, leading the herd of shamed concubines back to their palaces to lick their wounds. As the closest to Malfoy's bed, he was the last of the concubines to leave, and he hastened to make himself scarce. Before Hermione could take his hand and lead him back home, someone else stole his hand and pulled him towards them. The unexpected move startled him, making his legs uneven. He stumbled once before somehow regaining his balance, along with his dignity. What in the bloody hell! He did not want to fall in front of the Emperor! He turned slowly to meet the one who pulled at him and was faced with dark eyes that bore into his soul. "What is your problem!" Is what he wanted to say, but instead settled for a response which was less likely to get him killed. "My Lord?" Harry managed to keep his eyes firmly on the absurdly broad shoulders of the Onyx King's instead of his heated eyes.

"Sit down Changzai Potter, I believe I am in need of your presence." He did not mean it like that. He didn't, did he? "As you wish my Lord." He made way to go back to his original seating but was once again deterred by large hands holding him steady where he was. He wondered what the others in the room were thinking, seeing as they had stopped petting Malfoy's stomach to observe him and the Onyx King's conversation. His thoughts were interrupted. "Sit by my side, I've heard much about you from your father. I believe you will be very important to Imperial Concubine Draco's welfare." Harry stopped breathing. This could not be happening, not right now. But it was alright, all was not lost he told himself. There was no way his father would be stupid enough... "You must never let anyone know Harry." Whatever happened to that rule? He just needed to breathe. "I am not sure I know what you mean my Lord," Harry stated calmly, "but if you require any assistance, I shall do all that is in my power." The Minister of War hummed and smiled at Harry. Harry was bored. He'd been stuck at Malfoy's for the better part of the morning.

The Emperor and his paramours as Harry has dubbed them-were engrossed in silent conversation with included a lot of blatant flirtation with their eyes. "Eye-fucking Harry," Sirius had once told him sagely after they had witnessed a similar occurrence between his parents when he was twelve. At the time Harry had blushed to the roots of his hair and promptly vacated the room, the trail of his godfather's laugh close behind him. He very much wanted to run now. Malfoy, the lucky sod, was fast asleep in his bed, warm and not freezing his vindictive backside off, unlike him. The Emperor would not want his dear "Dragon" to freeze now would he? Oh hell, I sound like a jealous housewife. But in all honesty, the clock almost read twelve, and Harry has not eaten anything. Also, his medication was beginning to wear off. Not to mention his poor servant. She'd been standing beside him for the entire four hours despite Harry's urging for her to leave. He took her hand and squeezed it for reassurance. He has been silent and unmoving the entire time out of respect for the Kings and the Emperor, well, and also as a precaution to not die. He thought he may be able to hold out a little longer. However, his spasming legs begged to differ.

So with minimal annoyance coloring his voice, he braved the three men with a carefully blank expression. "Your Majesty, my Lords, if I may be excused? It seems that my presence is not as needed as initially predicted." This time, The Ivory King addressed him. "I had forgotten that you were still in the room. Why did you not leave when you were dismissed?" You bloody well know why, he thought. But I won't give you the satisfaction. He gritted his teeth. "The Onyx King ordered me to stay behind, however, it has been four hours since then, and I must make haste to take my medication my Lords." The arrogance in the blonde dimmed slightly as he studied Harry's clenched fists in his lap and his occasional spasms in his leg carefully. "You must accept my apology then, for I thought he had dismissed you earlier. However, we still need to speak about certain information which has been kept from your records." Harry willed himself to breathe normally. He knew what the King was going to say, something he's kept hidden for so long. "Why have you been listed as magically impotent when you are not?" The Emperor spoke this time, standing from his chair beside the pregnant concubine to give Harry his undivided attention. Well that secret was not too bad in comparison to- "Omega Potter?" The Emperor purred. Harry's breath stopped in his lungs, there goes his fragile anonymity.

Thomas looked at Harry's face and he knew then that he had been correct. That Harry was, in fact, a Supreme Omega. He could also tell by the look of sheer terror on Harry's face that this was a secret hidden from everyone. Ohh he wanted him, he wanted him so much and by the looks Severus and Lucius also were of the same mind. A new and strengthened desire in him woke up as he looked at Harry. He hadn't felt this way for his Empress, his consort, or even his Dragon. Maybe it was his Supreme Alpha that was desperate to mate with a Supreme Omega, after all it was in their biology to feel this way about each other. The pull was undeniable now that he had confirmation of his theory. He couldn't wait to make him his, but he just didn't want his body, he also wanted his secrets, his hopes, and his everything. To do that he was going to have to play the long game and earn the Omega's trust.

Now only if his Alpha agreed to wait and not do something stupid…….. A/N: I just want to thank nidavindasiute for following me and the story, also a massive thanks to lazyfox21, skyjadeprincess and GabzR for following and adding the story to your favorites.

Edited and updated on 29/06/2021