Day 13 - Omegaverse - Draco as Alpha

The moon hung low over the grounds of Hogwarts, casting long shadows across the stone corridors. It was well past curfew, and the castle was eerily silent except for the soft patter of footsteps moving through the darkened hallways. Draco Malfoy moved with practiced ease, his sharp senses alert to any disturbance in the night.

It was supposed to be a routine patrol—one of those duties given to prefects and head students—but something felt off tonight. There was a strange scent in the air, faint at first but unmistakable: the heady, intoxicating scent of an Omega in heat. Draco's Alpha instincts flared immediately, his heart pounding as the scent drew him in, thick and sweet, making it impossible to think about anything else.

It was Harry.

Draco's lips curled into a small, predatory smirk as he followed the scent, his body thrumming with the primal need to find the source. He had noticed Harry acting strange lately, the signs of an oncoming heat beginning to manifest in the way Harry seemed distracted, his gaze unfocused, his body restless. Draco had known it was only a matter of time before Harry's heat hit in full force.

And now, it seemed, that moment had arrived.

The scent grew stronger the further Draco went, his steps quickening as his senses locked onto Harry. His Alpha instincts roared to the surface, the need to claim, to protect, to possess overriding everything else. He had always been drawn to Harry—there was something about him, something that called to Draco's most primal desires—and now, with Harry in heat, it was almost impossible to resist.

Finally, Draco turned a corner and found him.

Harry was slumped against the cold stone wall of the corridor, his body trembling, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. His robes were disheveled, hanging loosely off his shoulders, and his face was flushed, his lips parted as he struggled to breathe. The scent of his heat was overwhelming now, thick and sweet in the air, making Draco's head spin with desire.

Harry's eyes were half-lidded, unfocused, and when he looked up and saw Draco standing there, his entire body tensed. But instead of the usual defiance Draco had come to expect, there was something else in Harry's gaze—something desperate, something pleading.

"Malfoy—" Harry gasped, his voice hoarse, breaking on the word as his body trembled with the force of his heat. "I—can't—"

Draco's breath caught in his throat as the full force of Harry's scent hit him. His Alpha instincts surged to the surface, and before he could stop himself, he was moving, crossing the space between them in a few long strides. His hands gripped Harry's shoulders, pressing him back against the wall, the cool stone a sharp contrast to the heat radiating off Harry's body.

"Out after curfew, Potter?" Draco muttered, his voice low and full of dark amusement. His fingers tightened around Harry's shoulders as he leaned in, inhaling the intoxicating scent of Harry's heat. "What are you doing wandering the halls like this?"

Harry's breath hitched, his hands clutching at Draco's robes as he fought to keep himself steady, his body trembling with the overwhelming need that surged through him. "I—I couldn't—" Harry stammered, his voice shaking. "It's too much—I couldn't stay in the dorm."

Draco's smirk widened as he pressed closer, his chest brushing against Harry's, his breath hot against Harry's neck. The scent of Harry's slick was thick in the air, the unmistakable sign that Harry was deep in the throes of his heat, and it sent a jolt of arousal through Draco's body.

"You're in heat," Draco growled softly, his voice a low rumble in Harry's ear. His hands slid down to grip Harry's waist, pulling him closer, pressing him harder against the wall. "You're not supposed to be out here like this. It's dangerous."

Harry's breath came in short, shallow gasps, his entire body trembling as Draco's hands slid lower, brushing over his hips. "I know," Harry muttered, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I just—I couldn't control it."

Draco's eyes darkened with desire as he looked down at Harry, his Alpha instincts roaring to the surface. The sight of Harry—flushed, trembling, vulnerable—was enough to make Draco's blood run hot, and the scent of his heat only heightened the intensity of it all. His body thrummed with the need to claim, to take what was his, but he forced himself to hold back, if only for a moment.

"You're lucky I found you first," Draco muttered, his voice rough as his hands slid around to grip Harry's hips, pulling him closer. "Any other Alpha would have taken you right here, Potter. You wouldn't have stood a chance."

Harry's eyes fluttered shut, a soft, breathless moan escaping his lips as Draco's hands tightened on his waist, the heat of Draco's body pressing against him sending waves of pleasure through his already overwhelmed senses. "Draco—" Harry gasped, his voice shaking as he pressed back against the wall, his body trembling with need. "I—"

Draco didn't wait for him to finish.

In one swift movement, Draco pulled Harry away from the wall and spun him around, pressing him face-first against the cold stone. His hands gripped Harry's hips, tugging his robes up and out of the way, exposing the soft, pale skin of Harry's back and arse. The scent of Harry's slick was overwhelming now, thick in the air, and Draco's Alpha instincts surged to the surface, his entire body thrumming with the need to claim.

"You need this," Draco growled, his voice low and rough as his hands slid down to grip Harry's arse, his fingers brushing over the slick wetness between Harry's thighs. "You need me."

Harry's entire body trembled, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Draco's fingers teased him, sliding through the slick that coated his thighs. "Yes—fuck—yes, Draco," Harry gasped, his voice shaking with desperation. "Please—I need it—I need you."

Draco's lips curled into a wicked smile as he quickly undid his trousers, his cock already hard and aching with need. He pressed the head of his cock against Harry's entrance, teasing him, his breath hot against the back of Harry's neck as he leaned in closer. "You're mine, Potter," Draco muttered, his voice full of dark satisfaction. "And I'm going to make sure you know it."

Without waiting for a response, Draco thrust forward, sinking into Harry's slick, hot body with one smooth movement. The sensation was overwhelming—tight, wet, perfect—and Draco's breath hitched, his hands tightening on Harry's hips as he buried himself deeper inside him.

Harry let out a loud, broken moan, his body arching against the wall as Draco filled him completely, the stretch almost too much but exactly what he needed. "Fuck—Draco—" Harry gasped, his hands bracing against the wall as Draco began to move, each thrust pushing him closer to the edge. "You feel—so good."

Draco's hips snapped forward with brutal precision, each thrust rough and deliberate, designed to make Harry fall apart beneath him. His Alpha instincts were in full control now, driving him to claim, to mark Harry as his, and the way Harry's body responded—tightening around him, moaning his name—only fueled his desire.

"You're mine," Draco growled, his voice low and dangerous as he thrust harder, his cock slamming into Harry with enough force to make Harry gasp. "No one else gets to touch you like this."

Harry's entire body shuddered, the intensity of Draco's words, combined with the roughness of his thrusts, sending him spiraling. "Yes—fuck—yes, Draco," Harry moaned, his voice breaking as his body trembled with the force of his heat. "I'm yours—only yours."

The words sent a jolt of possessive desire through Draco's body, and he thrust even harder, his hands gripping Harry's hips tightly as he fucked him with brutal precision. The slick heat of Harry's body, the tightness, the way Harry moaned and gasped with every thrust—it was all too much, and Draco knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"You're going to come for me," Draco growled, his voice rough as his hand slid down to grip Harry's cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. "I want to feel you come while I'm inside you."

Harry's entire body tensed, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. "Draco—I'm—" Harry gasped, his voice shaking as his cock throbbed in Draco's hand. "I'm so close."

"Come for me, Potter," Draco growled, his hand tightening around Harry's cock as he thrust deeper, his own release building rapidly. "Now."

With a loud, broken moan, Harry's body jerked, his release hitting him with the force of a tidal wave. His cock pulsed in Draco's hand, his release spilling over Draco's fingers as his entire body shuddered with the intensity of his orgasm. But even as Harry's breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling in the aftermath, Draco wasn't done.

Draco could feel the pressure building at the base of his cock, the familiar swelling of his knot forming as his Alpha instincts surged to the surface, demanding more. His grip on Harry's hips tightened as he thrust deeper, rougher, his knot pressing insistently against Harry's entrance, demanding to lock them together.

"Harry," Draco growled, his voice low and thick with arousal as his hips snapped forward, forcing his knot deeper inside. The sensation of his cock swelling, stretching Harry even further, sent a jolt of raw pleasure through his body. "I'm going to knot you."

Harry's breath hitched, his body still trembling from the force of his orgasm, but even through the haze of pleasure, he could feel the intensity of Draco's knot pressing against him, the overwhelming sensation of being filled pushing him to the edge again. "Draco—" Harry gasped, his voice trembling as he pressed back against Draco, his body desperate for more. "Please—do it."

Draco's lips curled into a wicked smirk as he gripped Harry's hips tighter, pulling him back onto his cock with one hard thrust. His knot swelled fully, locking them together as a deep, guttural moan tore from Draco's throat. The sensation of his knot stretching Harry, the tightness of being locked inside him, sent Draco spiraling into his own release.

With one final thrust, Draco buried himself deep inside Harry, his knot locking them together as his cock pulsed, spilling inside Harry with a force that left him breathless. The heat of his release flooded Harry's body, and Draco's entire body trembled as the pleasure washed over him, his Alpha instincts roaring in satisfaction.

Harry let out a soft, breathless moan as Draco's knot locked inside him, the sensation of being so completely filled sending another wave of pleasure through his already sensitive body. His hands pressed against the wall for support, his legs trembling as he leaned into Draco, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts.

Draco's chest heaved as he pressed himself against Harry's back, his arms wrapping around Harry's waist, holding him close as they both trembled in the aftermath. The knot kept them locked together, the tightness and heat of their connection still throbbing with the last waves of their release.

"You're mine now," Draco muttered, his voice low and rough as he buried his face in the crook of Harry's neck, his breath hot against Harry's skin. "Completely mine."

Harry's head fell back against Draco's shoulder, his entire body limp and spent, but the feeling of Draco's knot still inside him, the way it kept them bound together, made his heart race. "Yours," Harry whispered, his voice hoarse and breathless. "I'm yours, Draco."

Draco's arms tightened around Harry's waist, pulling him even closer as he pressed a soft, possessive kiss to the back of Harry's neck. The knot would keep them locked together for a while longer, but Draco didn't mind. He wanted to feel Harry, to stay connected to him like this for as long as possible.

The scent of their release filled the air around them, thick and heady, and the warmth of Draco's body pressed against Harry's back was a comfort amidst the intensity of their encounter. The knot still throbbed between them, the reminder of their connection, of Draco's claim on Harry.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the corridor as they waited for the knot to subside. Draco's hands roamed gently over Harry's body, his touch softer now, almost reverent, as if savoring every inch of Harry's skin.

Eventually, the knot began to shrink, the tightness slowly loosening as Draco's cock softened inside Harry. When Draco finally pulled out, both of them let out quiet gasps, their bodies still trembling from the intensity of it all.

Harry's legs wobbled beneath him, and before he could collapse, Draco caught him, guiding him gently to the floor. They sat together in the quiet, the cool stone of the corridor a stark contrast to the heat still simmering between them.

Draco's hand slid through Harry's hair, his fingers gently brushing it away from his face as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Harry's temple. "You did so well," Draco murmured, his voice softer now, full of satisfaction and something else—something almost tender.