Day 12 – Omegaverse - Harry as Alpha

Day 12 – Omegaverse - Harry as Alpha

The air in the Gryffindor common room was thick with tension. Harry could feel it, deep in his bones—the subtle shift in the atmosphere, the unmistakable scent of an Omega in heat. It was intoxicating, flooding his senses and making it difficult to think about anything else.

And he knew exactly who it was.

Draco Malfoy.

It had been days since Draco had disappeared from his usual Slytherin entourage, and the rumors had swirled, whispers that he was hiding away, too proud to let anyone know he was nearing his heat. But Harry had caught the scent earlier that day—just a hint of it lingering in the corridors near the dungeons, drawing him in like a magnet.

Now, standing in the common room, Harry clenched his fists at his sides, trying to keep his instincts under control. His Alpha instincts surged to the surface, the primal need to claim, to take what was his, but he fought it back, reminding himself of who he was. He wasn't a mindless beast. He was in control.

Except... the scent was getting stronger. It was almost unbearable now.

Harry's gaze snapped toward the portrait hole as it opened, and there, framed in the entrance, was Draco.

Draco's usually impeccable appearance was disheveled. His silver hair was tousled, his pale skin flushed with the telltale signs of heat, and his grey eyes—dilated and dark with need—locked onto Harry the moment he stepped into the room. His scent hit Harry like a freight train—thick, sweet, and full of desire.

Draco didn't say a word, but he didn't need to. His body language, the way he hesitated for just a second before stepping toward Harry, was all the confirmation Harry needed. Draco wanted this. He needed this.

And so did Harry.

Without another word, Harry crossed the room in a few long strides, his Alpha instincts roaring to the surface as he reached for Draco. His hand gripped Draco's arm, pulling him close, and the heat radiating off Draco's body made Harry's breath hitch in his throat.

"You shouldn't be here," Harry muttered, though his voice lacked any real conviction. His body was already responding, the scent of Draco's heat making it impossible to focus on anything else. "You should be with your pack."

Draco's lips curled into a small, breathless smirk as he tilted his head up, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "I'm right where I want to be."

The words sent a surge of heat through Harry's body, his Alpha instincts pushing him closer, his grip tightening on Draco's arm as he pulled him into a secluded corner of the common room, away from prying eyes. He could feel Draco's body trembling against his, the slick already pooling between Draco's legs, his heat in full effect.

"Draco," Harry muttered, his voice low and rough with the strain of holding back. "Do you know what you're doing?"

Draco's eyes flashed with determination as he pressed closer, his hands fisting in Harry's robes. "I know exactly what I'm doing," Draco whispered, his voice hoarse but full of need. "I need you, Harry. Please."

That was all it took for Harry to snap.

His Alpha instincts took over, and in one swift movement, he had Draco pinned against the wall, his body pressed firmly against Draco's as he leaned in, inhaling the intoxicating scent of Draco's heat. The primal urge to claim, to mark Draco as his, surged through him, and Harry's breath came in short, ragged bursts as he struggled to control himself.

"You smell so fucking good," Harry growled, his voice rough with desire as he pressed his nose against Draco's neck, his lips brushing over the soft skin. Draco's scent overwhelmed him, making it impossible to think about anything else. "Do you know what you're doing to me?"

Draco's head fell back against the wall, his eyes fluttering shut as he let out a soft, breathless moan. "Then stop holding back," Draco whispered, his voice trembling with need. "I want this. I want you."

Harry's hands slid down Draco's body, gripping his hips tightly as he pressed himself against Draco, his Alpha instincts roaring to the surface. The heat between them was unbearable, the slick already coating Draco's thighs as Harry ground his hips against Draco, desperate for more.

"Fuck, Draco," Harry muttered, his voice thick with arousal as he pushed Draco's robes aside, revealing the pale, perfect skin beneath. His hands were everywhere, sliding over Draco's hips, his thighs, his waist, as he lifted Draco up, pressing him harder against the wall. "You're mine."

Draco let out a low, breathy moan, his legs wrapping around Harry's waist as he arched against him, his body trembling with need. "Yes," Draco gasped, his fingers digging into Harry's shoulders as he pulled him closer. "I'm yours. Only yours."

The words sent a jolt of possessive desire through Harry's body, and he couldn't hold back any longer. His hands gripped Draco's thighs as he pushed his own robes aside, freeing his aching cock. Draco's heat made everything slick, wet, and ready, and Harry lined himself up, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he pressed the head of his cock against Draco's entrance.

Draco's body tensed for a moment, his breath catching in his throat, but the need, the overwhelming heat, made him push back, his hips rolling against Harry's cock as he whimpered softly. "Please, Harry," Draco gasped, his voice full of desperation. "I need you inside me."

Harry's hands tightened on Draco's hips, and with a low growl, he pushed inside, the slick heat of Draco's body enveloping him completely. The sensation was overwhelming—tight, hot, perfect—and Harry's head fell forward, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he buried himself deeper inside Draco.

"Fuck," Harry groaned, his voice rough as he began to move, his hips snapping forward with deliberate force. Draco's body trembled beneath him, his legs tightening around Harry's waist as he gasped, his back arching against the wall.

Draco's moans were soft, breathless, but the sound of them sent a surge of pleasure through Harry's body, driving him to move faster, harder. The slick made everything easier, and soon Harry was thrusting into Draco with a rough, primal rhythm, his Alpha instincts taking over completely.

"You're mine," Harry growled, his hands gripping Draco's hips tightly as he fucked him harder, deeper. "No one else can have you."

Draco's head fell back, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as his fingers dug into Harry's shoulders. "Yes—fuck—yes," Draco gasped, his voice shaking as Harry's cock hit that perfect spot inside him. "I'm yours, Harry—only yours."

The heat between them was unbearable now, the scent of Draco's slick, his heat, driving Harry wild with need. His hips snapped forward with brutal precision, his cock slamming into Draco's body with each thrust, and the soft, breathless moans that escaped Draco's lips only fueled his desire.

But there was something else building inside Harry, something primal, something that went beyond the raw, heated pleasure of the moment. His Alpha instincts were in full control now, and he could feel the familiar pressure building at the base of his cock—the swelling knot that would soon lock them together, binding them as only an Alpha and Omega could be.

Draco's body trembled beneath him, his slick making each thrust smoother, more fluid, as his legs tightened around Harry's waist. He let out another soft, broken moan, his head falling back as his back arched against the wall, exposing the pale column of his throat. The sight of it—the offering of Draco's most vulnerable spot—sent a wave of possessive desire surging through Harry's body.

"Fuck, Draco," Harry growled, his voice low and rough as his hand slid up to grip the back of Draco's neck, pulling him closer. His hips snapped forward again, the pressure inside him building to an unbearable degree as his knot swelled, desperate to take Draco fully. "I'm going to knot you."

Draco's breath hitched at the words, his entire body tensing as his eyes fluttered shut, his lips parting in a soft, breathless gasp. "Yes—fuck, yes, Harry," Draco moaned, his voice trembling with need as he rocked his hips in time with Harry's thrusts. "Please—I need it."

Harry's grip on Draco's hips tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as his cock swelled inside Draco, the knot pressing harder against Draco's entrance, desperate to lock them together. Every nerve in Harry's body was on fire, the overwhelming need to claim Draco, to mark him as his, pushing him closer to the edge.

With a final, deep thrust, Harry pushed his knot into Draco's body, the swollen base of his cock locking them together as a low, guttural moan tore from his throat. The sensation was overwhelming—tight, hot, perfect—and Harry's entire body shuddered with the force of it.

Draco cried out, his hands fisting in Harry's robes as his legs tightened around Harry's waist, his body trembling violently as the knot swelled inside him. The sensation of being filled so completely, the pressure of Harry's knot stretching him, was almost too much to bear. "Harry—fuck—" Draco gasped, his voice broken and breathless as his body arched against the wall. "I can feel it—I can feel your knot."

Harry's breath came in short, ragged bursts as he pressed Draco harder against the wall, his knot throbbing inside him, locking them together. The pleasure was sharp, intense, and Harry could feel every inch of Draco's slick, tight heat wrapped around him. "You're mine now," Harry muttered, his voice rough as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Draco's ear. "Completely mine."

Draco's body trembled beneath him, his breath coming in desperate gasps as he clung to Harry, his slick dripping down his thighs, the heat of his body overwhelming. The feeling of Harry's knot inside him—so deep, so full—sent shudders of pleasure through him, and he could feel himself spiraling toward the edge again.

"I'm yours," Draco whispered, his voice barely more than a gasp as his head fell forward, resting against Harry's shoulder. "I've always been yours."

The words sent a surge of possessive desire through Harry's body, and he couldn't hold back any longer. His hips moved in short, desperate thrusts, his knot locking him deeper inside Draco with each movement. The sensation of being so completely bound together, of knowing Draco was his in every way, was too much.

"I'm going to come inside you," Harry growled, his voice rough with arousal as his hand slid down to grip Draco's cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. "I'm going to fill you completely."

Draco's breath hitched, his entire body trembling as Harry's hand stroked him with rough, precise movements. "Please," Draco gasped, his voice trembling with need as his hips bucked forward, desperate for more. "Please, Harry—fill me."

Harry's body tensed, his knot throbbing inside Draco as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. With a low, guttural moan, Harry came, his release flooding Draco's body, filling him completely. The sensation of his knot locking them together, of being so deeply inside Draco, sent shockwaves of pleasure through Harry's body, leaving him trembling.

Draco cried out, his entire body jerking as he came moments later, his release spilling over Harry's hand, slick and hot. The combination of being knotted, of feeling Harry's cock pulsing inside him, sent Draco spiraling into another orgasm, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he clung to Harry, his body trembling with the aftershocks.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, both of them panting, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their release. Harry's knot kept them locked together, the tightness and heat of Draco's body still overwhelming even after the intensity of their climax.

Harry's forehead rested against Draco's shoulder, his breath coming in slow, uneven bursts as the last waves of pleasure ebbed away. His arms tightened around Draco, holding him close, their bodies pressed together, still connected by the knot.

Draco's breath was shaky, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath. His fingers slid into Harry's hair, tugging him closer, his body still trembling slightly from the intensity of it all.

"You're mine," Harry muttered, his voice soft but full of conviction as his lips brushed against Draco's neck. "No one else gets to touch you like this."

Draco let out a breathless laugh, his head falling back against the wall as he looked down at Harry, his silver eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and satisfaction. "No one else could," Draco whispered, his voice hoarse. "I'm yours, Harry."

The knot kept them locked together for what felt like an eternity, the heat between them slowly fading into a comfortable warmth. Harry's heart was still pounding, his body still buzzing with the lingering effects of the knot, but for the first time in a long time, he felt... at peace.

Eventually, the knot began to subside, and Harry carefully pulled out, his body trembling slightly as he collapsed beside Draco on the floor of the common room, both of them too exhausted to move any further. They lay there, side by side, their breaths slowly returning to normal as the scent of their release filled the air around them.

Draco's head rested on Harry's chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns over Harry's skin as they lay together in comfortable silence. The heat of the moment had passed, but the connection between them, the raw intensity of what they had just shared, lingered.

"Was it everything you wanted?" Draco asked softly, his voice laced with a hint of teasing, though there was a vulnerable edge to the question.

Harry smiled, his hand sliding up to brush through Draco's silver hair, his touch gentle. "More than I could have imagined," he muttered, his voice low and full of affection.

Draco chuckled softly, his breath warm against Harry's chest. "Good."

They stayed like that for a while longer, neither of them in any rush to move. The world outside the common room felt distant, unimportant. All that mattered was the warmth of Draco's body beside him, the quiet satisfaction of knowing that, for once, everything felt right.