Hermione, aged 14

I'd like to think that I had a handle on my omega and was able to safely navigate the world but then the Tri-Wizard Tournament came to Hogwarts. The Beauxbatons had a handful of omegas, to my surprise, and Durmstrang had almost all alphas. The scents of all the new alphas was overwhelming. The alphas' and omegas' presence triggered other wizards' alphas into presenting (including a majority of my class). Many fights were had amongst the male alphas and I had to hide myself in the library to avoid the way it made my head swim.

Viktor Krum had the same idea. He needed to keep his head clear for the cup and engaging in petty play was beneath him. I could tell when he got to the library because the scent of cinnamon, cloves, and oranges would take over. He smelt better than the rest by far. And why he decided to sit at my table and do homework with me was beyond me. Part of me worried that my scent dampeners wore off a bit but it wasn't that. Viktor just liked working with me and I liked being near him.

It pleased the "feral" side of me. He smelt good, he was strong and handsome, and a great wizard. I started to let my scent damper wear off just a bit when I knew I'd be in the library to see if that changed anything. If it did, he didn't show it and we carried on. When it would get late and we were the last two people there, we'd exchange heavy touches and wet kisses in the dark corner of the library.

Because of all pheremones and scents and me making myself scarce around the school, I barely had seen Malfoy or been in close proximity to him. One night, I stayed later than Viktor and walked myself out of the library. The silver blonde hair caught my eye and put a twist in my stomach at what comment I would face right now. My eyes followed him as we walked and I frowned in thought. He had grown a considerable amount and his shoulders were starting to broaden out. From what I recalled from the train, he lost the baby fat around his face too. Carefully, I scented the air and my stomach flurried. Apples, parchment, bergamot–a heavy alpha scent pairing with it . When did he present?

"Got nothing better to do than to follow me around, Granger?" He sneered at me.

My lashes fluttered as I came back to myself, "we are leaving at the same time, Malfoy." I prayed that my potion was doing enough to push my scent off but I had let it go longer than I liked to feel safe.

The sneer on his face slowly dropped and a quizzical look took over his features instead. He didn't respond before continuing on his way, acting as if I wasn't there.

I needed to be more careful.

When Viktor and I went to the ball, I doubled up on the potion. But that couldn't stop my idiot friends from ruining my night. Viktor left early for his curfew and I wanted to share my excitement with Harry and Ron only to be left in tears while sending them to bed. I wasn't ready to go back to my room yet so I started wandering around the seventh floor, sniffling and trying to regain ahold of myself. My eyes were trained on the stone pathway in front of me.

"Alright there, Granger?" The familiar voice came from ahead of me.

I glance up. There he was with his wand raised, the tip glowing. The bowtie he had on was untied, resting against the white button down. In his free hand he held his jacket and robes. His blonde hair was a bit messy and flopped into his eyes. He looked torn from being amused and concerned. I raised my brows, "perfect, Malfoy." One of the best nights of my life was quickly turning into one of the worst. I could start to smell him. Again, my stomach fluttered.

"Isn't the Gryffindor common room that way?" He nodded his head in front of him.

"And isn't the Slytherin common room in the dungeons?" I retorted.

"Where I'm headed," he smirked at me.

"Then why are you here? The dance is in the ballroom." My brow arched as I clutched my wand tighter.

"Wouldn't you like to know, Granger. Well, if you're quite alright, I'm going to bed… good night." He started to walk again and my knees almost buckled when he passed me and his scent enveloped me.

Not Malfoy.

Draco, Aged 14

I had been so wrapped up in the excitement of the Tri-Wizard Cup, the presence of omegas, and trying to be a student, I didn't have time to get to my normal bullying. An omega from Beauxbaton returned my flirting and I was easily swayed.

She and I had grown close over the tournament and found ourselves in empty rooms, closets, and alcoves, hands all over each other. I would drink in the sweet omegan scent coming from her and find relief later in my quarters, alone. My scent lingered on her as hers did on me. I knew my fellow alpha Slytherins were jealous but they knew better than to try to encroach.

After walking her back to her quarters and several long and hot kisses, I started back towards the castle. My books needed to be returned today or they would be late. The castle was quiet and dark as I made my way through the corridors towards the library. When I entered, I could tell Krum had been in here from the pheremones he released while being around Granger . Part of me was disgusted. Such a distinguished, pure blooded wizard lowering himself to that . There was a secondary feeling that I refused to acknowledge.

I turn in my books and start to leave when I hear footsteps behind me. Out of my periphery, I noticed Granger walking, holding her books to her chest.

"Got nothing better to do than to follow me around, Granger?" I sneered at her, turning to look at her.

I watch as her lashes flutter, "we are leaving at the same time, Malfoy."

As I'm about to tell her off the smell of honey, cinnamon, and amber. I wanted to breathe it in again. There was no way Granger was an omega. She's a mudblood . I was obviously imagining things. Ignoring her, I start walking again to my room.

When we passed each other, I would scent the air to see if the honey and cinnamon smell came through and it never did. Maybe it was just her perfume?

Even during the Yule Ball, I couldn't smell her. Seeing her on Krum's arm was irritating. Not because she was with Krum but because Krum's cockineess was palpable. He didn't even have an omega on his arm like I did.

After I walked my date back to her room, I returned to the ball only to see a crying Granger on the steps, taking off her shoes. Something in my gut pulled and it wasn't one of glee like it should be seeing Granger cry at the end of a night she had no right being the jewel of. I was growing soft.

After checking in with Zabini and Nott, I decided to retire for the evening. Starting up the stairs Granger was crying on just a little while ago, I caught the faint aroma of honey. After deliberating on if I should follow it or not, I decided to follow the scenrt. It reminded me of Granger.

I ended up on the seventh floor before I realized it and just knew it was her. I turned the opposite way of the Gryffindor common room and planned on looping around, against my better judgement. My wand was lit as I came across the still crying Granger. Her hair was still beautifully styled and held up, her shoes hung by her fingers, and her make up was still on, mostly.

"Alright there, Granger?" I asked before I stopped myself. I don't care, I reminded myself.

Her wet eyes met mine. Had they always been such a lovely golden col- stop . "Perfect, Malfoy," her words were heavy with sarcasm.

The faint smell of her registered with me. How peculiar . "Isn't the Gryffindor common room that way?" Her scent wasn't strong enough to be either alpha or omega. It had to be her perfume.

"And isn't the Slytherin common room in the dungeons?" She retorted.

I smirked at her, "Where I'm headed." I could sleep easy knowing that she was just plain, old beta Granger.

Her brow arched at me, "then why are you here? The dance is in the ballroom."

"Wouldn't you like to know, Granger. Well if you're alright, I'm going to bed… good night." Why would I express concern over her like that? I walked past her, staring ahead.

Granger isn't an omega.