Omega ((Drarry))

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(An: Thank you for the love on this book, it's by far my favorite of my own library! By the way, this chapter has some, shall we say, spicy topics. I think it's high time Harry isn't a bully to Draco.)

Harry hadn't spent any time on discovering the clue, despite Hermiones persistent protests.

"Harry? Harry! Are you listening to me? We only have months left to figure out what is going on with this egg!"

But Harry wasn't listening. He was very, very distracted. Though, you would never be able to get him to acknowledge why exactly he was so distracted. Anyone with eyes could see what was on his mind.

He was staring at the Slytherin table with glazed over eyes. A few of them glanced at him, some with hopeful eyes, but Harry was looking only at one in particular. One with infuriatingly perfect, silky white blonde hair.

And he was staring right back.

Their eyes finally met and Harry whined. What was worse is he couldn't even feel ashamed of the sound. Hermiones constant stream of worry cut off, but Harry only vaguely noticed. She sent a pointed look to Ron, who took in the situation and put a hand on his friends shoulder. To which a responding growl echoed from across the hall.

Maybe that wasn't the best move, because now Draco was drawing attention to the situation. Even more so when he stood up, and stalked towards them. He stopped in front of Harry, but didn't look at him, no. His attention was given to Ron, more specifically the hand resting, still, on Harry.

He was growling lowly, the sound sending shivers up Harry's spine. He whined again, but this time at Ron. He couldn't stand being second in his- no the- alphas attention. If he would just move his hand he was sure the Alpha would pay complete attention to him.

A small part of his mind tried to get him to realize what was happening. It tried to shout at him, and warn him. Your heat, dumbass! Get away from him, he won't take care of you the way you actually want! He'll use you!

Harry wasn't listening. Instead he was trying to twist out of the grip his friend gained on him sense the arrival of Malfoy.

"Ron, please!" He whimpered, thrashing in his attempts to get away.

"Weasley." Draco said dangerously, "You will let him go right now." He continued threateningly.

To no ones surprise, the hand didn't move, nor did Ron flinch. But Harry did, nearly visible through his struggles.

"Let him go." He demanded again, this time letting his own hand come up to Harry's other shoulder, and stroking, trying to calm Harry's frantic movements. It was obvious that Ron's hand was causing discomfort, and Draco didn't like that at all.

As if realizing the same thing, Ron slowly moved his hand. Part of his realization was the fresh scent that hit his nose. Amongst the distress radiating off of Harry, the smell of the start of an omegas heat hit his nose. He knew then, that he couldn't be near Harry at the moment. No matter how he felt about him, his Alpha instincts would take over. He couldn't risk it.

There weren't many people who weren't staring at them now. Harry didn't notice, his mind was spinning now that he was Draco's sole focus.

He soothing hand that was still stroking his shoulder managed to calm the most reasonable parts of Harry's mind.

Okay. He's helping. Maybe he won't 'Alpha out' in the wrong way.

His brain allowed that. He felt that he could trust Draco. He knew that could be the heat talking but he didn't care. The warm wave of trust was welcoming and he let it heat up his veins.