The Adjustment

Chapter 3

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Draco

Draco couldn't get to class quick enough as he rushed through the ancient corridors. He grimaced as Potter walked past him and the smell of pheromones wafted through the air and enshrouded his senses. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and picked up the pace. Luckily no other Alpha seemed to turn him into a quivering mess quite like Granger. He was still angry at whatever fate or force was responsible for Potter and Granger presenting as Alphas and it was no consolation that Weasley was an Omega. He hated the very thought, he shuddered as he dragged himself through the winding stone halls. The only consoling bit about the whole scenario was he had some semblance of control, unlike Weasley who panted after any and every Alpha he came across. The only Alpha that Draco truly panted after was Granger. She smelled so fucking good, like cinnamon and spice... and everything nice, his brain supplied for him. Shaking his head, he tried to push thoughts of her out of his brain.

Thankfully, she had been keeping herself scarce in the common room. Draco was pretty sure she was spending all of her time in the Gryffindor common room and only coming into the head dorms to sleep. Which was fine by him, the less time he spent around her, the better. Given enough time, perhaps he would finally figure out a way to control his reaction to her. It was by sheer force of will that he had been able to do so thus far.

He knew there was a way for Alphas and Omegas to control their reactions to each other, however, he also knew that there were some Alphas and Omegas who were extra-attuned to one another. And the longer Draco was at Hogwarts, feeling every pheromone dropped by every Alpha in the building, the more he felt that perhaps Granger was the Alpha he was extra-attuned to. That was something he didn't want to much think about.

Sighing heavily, he ducked into an alcove and breathed deeply. Granger had just walked by, seemingly oblivious to Draco, and it took every ounce of willpower Draco possessed to not crawl to her, begging her to take him. His cheeks reddened as humiliation burned through him. He wasn't a fucking virgin and he hated that he was subservient in this farce. He'd never been subservient to anything or anyone in his fucking life. And here he was, as bad as Weasley, panting after her. He wiped his suddenly sweaty palms on a handkerchief he pulled from his pocket. If it wasn't his palms sweaty, it was Draco having to wrap his robes around him to conceal his consistently hard cock. It was like being thirteen all over again. He walked around hard all the time now.

It was almost December, which meant only six more months of this hell left. It seemed impossibly long, although Draco could only hope it went by as fast as most school years did. This year was terrible, not just because of the Omega issue, although that was reason enough. No, to add insult to injury his care packages from home had ceased. Draco had looked forward to those all year, but it seemed being an Omega was the worst thing he could have done as a Malfoy. Even if it wasn't his fault, he was being blamed for it.

Draco closed his eyes, beating his head against the wall behind him. Six months. He had to hold out for six months and then maybe he could just disappear. Fuck Britain. Fuck his parents.

Hopefully, fuck Granger.

NO! Draco practically shouted in his own mind, his eyes snapping open. He had to get Granger off of his mind. But what could he do? Find another Alpha? Nobody smelled nearly as good as Granger did. Nobody was nearly as enticing as her, and it's not like he could just beg another Alpha to take him without it then getting all over school within a matter of hours. No. He had to stay strong and not give in to his urges. He was a Malfoy, damnit. And he wouldn't give in to his baser urges. He was better than that. Stronger than that.