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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Lucius_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, Luna_Lovegood/Draco_Malfoy, Neville
      Longbottom/Narcissa_Black_Malfoy, Hermione_Granger/Severus_Snape,
      Rabastan_Lestrange/Ginny_Weasley, Thorfinn_Rowle/Ronald_Weasley, Antonin
      Dolohov/Nymphadora_Tonks
  Character:
      The_Malfoy_Family_-_Character, Harry_Potter, Luna_Lovegood, Ronald
      Weasley, Ginny_Weasley, Neville_Longbottom, Severus_Snape, Hermione
      Granger, Rabastan_Lestrange, Thorfinn_Rowle, Antonin_Dolohov, Voldemort,
      Remus_Lupin_(brief), Kingsley_Shacklebolt_(Brief), Dumbledore_
      (mentioned), Mad-eye_Moody_(mentioned), various_others_as_the_muse_calls
      for_them
  Additional Tags:
      Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Mating_Cycles/In
      Heat, Bonding, Mating_Marks, Scenting, i'm_sure_there_will_be_more, I'll
      let_you_know_as_I_write_more, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex,
      Rimming, Het_and_Slash
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      Published: 2018-01-25 Updated: 2018-03-13 Chapters: 7/? Words: 16748
****** An Omega's Place ******
by Sablesilverrain
Summary
     The Battle at the Ministry takes a turn no one expected, and Harry
     and his friends are faced with a decision they never thought they'd
     be offered--Live under a Death Eater, or die free.
     Life as property is still life, right?
Notes
     Takes place after the Battle at the Ministry.
     Enjoy!
***** The Gilded Cage *****
Harry opened his eyes, groaning as he sat up. He was in a dungeon cell, from
the looks of things. He looked around, noticing that he was alone. “Hello?” He
called out.
 
“Oh, Harry, thank God you’re alive!” Hermione’s voice answered him from the
left of his cell. There were stone walls separating them, but the bars across
the cells meant that they could talk to each other.
 
“’Mione? Who else was captured?”
 
Ron voice answered from the other side of him. “Well, I’ve got Neville, Luna,
Kingsley and Tonks down this way. They all seem to be asleep now, but we were
talking earlier.”
 
Hermione spoke again. “Harry, whatever happens, if they give you a way to stay
alive, take it! As long as you’re alive, there’s still hope!” She told him.
 
Harry rolled his eyes, knowing she couldn’t see him. “I know that, Mione!” He
called back. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on dying any time soon.”
 
“Ginny is in the cell next to me, and they have Remus! I don’t know what they
have planned, but there’s obviously something going on, since no one’s been
killed yet!” Hermione informed him. “Well, apart from Sirius and Moody, but
they died at the Ministry. I don’t know what happened at the end, Dumbledore
and Voldemort were duelling when I was stunned. I think…” She fell silent for a
few moments, then continued in a small voice, “I think Dumbledore might be
dead.”
 
Harry sighed. “He wouldn’t have allowed us to be taken if he weren’t, Mione,
you know that. I think it’s a safe bet that he’s gone.” He said heavily.
 
There must have been a charm on his cell to let someone know when he woke up,
because right after the words left his mouth, the sounds of feet on stairs
could be heard, and a black-robed Death Eater came up to his cell. “Right,
you’re up. Put this on.” He ordered, holding a thick leather collar through the
bars of Harry’s cell. “Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll be taking it off you soon
enough.” He told Harry, then laughed maliciously.
 
Another Death Eater came down the stairs and the first one bowed his head
respectfully.
 
“I’ll take him from here, Mulciber.” The smooth tones of Lucius Malfoy issued
from behind the mask.
 
Mulciber dropped the collar and left the dungeon.
 
Harry picked up the collar. “What’ll happen if I put this on?” He asked Lucius.
 
“It will bind your wandless magic so that you cannot use it. The collar will be
on you awhile, if you agree to our terms. If you don’t, you will be dead
relatively soon, and then the collar will be removed.” Lucius answered
honestly. “If you don’t put it on, we will not release you from the cell at
all. There are magic-dampening Wards around the cells to prevent any…
Accidents.”
 
Harry frowned, putting the collar around his neck. It automatically latched in
the back, then sized to fit him without cutting off his airway.
 
Lucius inclined his head. “Good. If you continue to behave calmly, things will
go much better for you.” He opened the cell door and took Harry’s upper arm in
his firm grip. “Come with me. We’ll be dealing with your friends after we deal
with you.” He said smoothly.
 
Harry was led up the stairs, through the door at the top, and then through a
door near the first. He stepped into what was apparently a Potions lab, where
Severus was ladling a potion into several vials.
 
“I highly doubt we can use the werewolf.” Severus said, glancing up to see who
had come through the door. “Ah, Lucius, you brought him. Good. Potter, listen
closely.” He held up one of the vials. “This potion is the only thing standing
between you and death. If you take it, it will alter you, turning you into
something called an Omega. What that means is that you will become subject to
the demands of your counterpart, your Alpha. Lucius has already petitioned for
you, and has been granted you should you choose to take this potion. If you do
not, you will be killed. So, you now have a choice: take the potion and live
under your Alpha, or die free.” Severus finished dispassionately.
 
Harry licked his lips, staring at the vial. “How will I change, if I take it?”
 
Lucius chuckled. “Outwardly, you will change very little. Perhaps you will
experience some softening of the features, but that is all. Inwardly, you will
gain the ability to carry and feed children of your own, and a few… Other
things we do not speak of in polite company. All will be made clear to you in
time, I assure you.” He answered.
 
Harry shifted. “What’s going to happen to the others that were captured?” He
asked.
 
Severus raised a brow. “They will be given the same choice. The werewolf may
not be able to make the change, and if that is the case, he cannot be allowed
to live.”
 
Harry’s heart sunk at hearing that. Still, if he was being given the choice…
“I’ll take the potion.” He said.
 
Lucius took the vial from Severus and opened it, holding it to Harry’s lips.
“Drink it all.” He said evenly, as Harry opened his mouth and drank down the
potion.
 
It tasted slightly citrusy, with hints of sweetness, and he swallowed it down,
feeling heat spread through him as the potion altered his body. His stomach
gave a single, vicious cramp in protest, then settled down again.
 
When he had finished it, Lucius removed his mask and Harry could see that he
was smiling. “I’m glad you chose life with me, Harry. Now I have to bite you to
claim you as my own. It should feel rather pleasurable, so don’t be afraid.” He
said, bending to place his mouth over the juncture of neck and shoulder, moving
the collar out of the way.
 
He bit down, and Harry gasped as his cock took a sudden interest in the
proceedings.
 
Lucius raised his head. “I will take you to your rooms now, and get you settled
in. Good day, Severus.” He said, putting his mask back on.
 
Severus inclined his head as he watched Lucius leave.
 
Lucius led Harry up a staircase. “Your first heat should begin within the next
few days.” He said softly. “I will be checking in with you periodically, and
you will have a house-elf assigned to your care. You cannot leave the house, or
you will be killed. Good behaviour will earn you more freedoms, acting out and
rebellion would be… Unwise decisions to make. Your friends will be allowed to
see you again once you acclimate to your situation, and once they have done the
same. If we are required to kill any of them, which we are trying to avoid, you
will be informed at the earliest opportunity. You will have to trust that I
will not lie to you. I give you my word as a Malfoy that I mean you no ill
will, and I will be honest with you. To lie would serve me no purpose, as I
wish you to behave as a proper Omega, and I know that keeping things from you
will only frustrate you. I will be the only person you will have contact with
for quite some time, unless my master wishes an audience with you. If he does,
I will be present, as is my right as your Alpha.” He opened a door and stepped
aside.
 
Harry entered a large sitting room with a fire crackling merrily in the
fireplace.
 
“These will be your rooms. The bedroom is through that door,” Lucius said,
pointing to the door directly across the room. “the bathroom is that way,” He
pointed to another door off to the left, “and the door in the bedroom that is
locked leads to my bedroom. You will not be able to enter my room without me,
but if your behaviour is exemplary, you will be allowed in there soon enough.”
 
Harry nodded. “How long will this collar stay on?” He asked.
 
Lucius raised an eyebrow. “Until your first heat has ended. Once your heat has
passed, our bond will be complete, and only death will sever it.”
 
Harry took a deep breath. “Alright. How long will it be before I can see my
friends?” He asked.
 
Lucius gently guided him into the room and shut the door behind himself. “I
will give you reports on who chooses death over servitude, and I will tell you
who is given to whom. I cannot tell you yet how long it will be before you see
them. That depends on their behaviour and yours.” The man answered calmly.
 
Harry nodded. “Alright. So how am I supposed to occupy myself? I’m not really
the type of person that can sit idle for long periods of time.” He said.
 
Lucius chuckled. “No, I don’t suppose you are. There are plenty of books you
may read,” He indicated a full bookshelf against one wall, “and I will see
about getting you a one-person board for Wizard’s chess, if you like to play?”
 
“I do, but I’m not very good.” Harry informed him.
 
Lucius hummed. “You will get better with practice. I have to go help deal with
the others, now that you have made your choice. I will be back later.” He said,
then left the room.
 
Harry heard a ‘snick’ as the door locked behind him, and gritted his teeth. He
had no idea what he’d gotten himself into, really, and there was nothing he
could do to get himself back out of it. He was truly stuck in this gilded cage
for however long Lucius wanted him.
 
*****
 
Lucius headed back down into the cells and stopped outside of Luna Lovegood’s
cell. He held out the collar to her. “Put this on if you want to live.” He told
her.
 
Luna took the collar and put it on, calmly. “I want to see Harry.” She said.
 
Lucius smiled. “In time, perhaps.”
 
Luna blinked up at him. “I’m not going to try to run away, I just want to tell
him to keep calm. It’s going to be difficult for him.” She said lightly. “I’m
not afraid of the change, but he is. He has no idea what’s coming.”
 
Lucius opened the cell and gently grasped her arm. “Come on. We’ll see what we
can do after you’ve acclimated a bit. For now, I’ll relay your message to him.”
 
Luna sighed. “It won’t be quite the same, but thank you.” She said.
 
Lucius brought her into Severus’ lab to find Draco already there, waiting.
 
“Ah, you brought her. I trust she didn’t give you any trouble?” He asked in
interest.
 
Lucius shook his head. “She wants to see Harry, but he’s not ready yet. It will
still be some time yet before he can have visitors.”  
 
Draco looked her over. “I’ll treat you well.” He promised. “All you have to do
is take Severus’ potion. I’ll do the rest.”
 
Luna reached out for the potion being offered to her. “An Omega’s life is to
serve.” She said softly, then drank down the potion obediently.
 
Draco smiled. He’d quite enjoy the girl.
 
*****
 
After Draco had brought the Lovegood girl to her new rooms, the ones that
connected to his own, he sought out his father. “Have any of the others been
changed, yet?” He asked.
 
Lucius set down the paper he’d been reading and shook his head. “Not yet.
Severus has asked for the Granger chit, and since he is brewing the potion for
us, the Dark Lord has seen fit to reward him with her. She is being saved for
last. Perhaps the suspense and fear of waiting will cow her somewhat. She’s by
far the smartest of the lot, but even her bravery and intelligence can be
overcome with a goodly dose of fear.” He remarked coolly.
 
Draco snickered. “I’d love to see her finally brought low.” He said gleefully.
 
Lucius cocked a brow at him. “I don’t think Severus would like to hear that
kind of talk. Don’t try to berate or posture with his Omega. The man does not
like to be undermined, and earning her submission will be quite a task for him
as it is. Don’t make it worse by inciting her wrath. She will need to feel a
certain sense of security, as they all do, to properly mould them.” He reminded
his son.
 
Draco sighed. “Yes, Father. I apologize.” He said.
 
Lucius smirked. “Why aren’t you with your newest toy, my Dragon? Don’t you find
her pleasing? I would think you’d be upstairs playing with her for a bit.”
 
“She wanted to take a bath, and she asked for privacy.” Draco said lightly.
“I’m hardly going to force myself on her. She’ll be in heat soon enough, and
then she’ll be begging for me. I can be patient.”
 
Lucius chuckled. “She is rather lovely. And pure enough to be of use.”
 
“Who else is receiving an Omega, do you think?” Draco asked in interest.
 
“Rabastan has petitioned for one, I believe. Rodolphus admitted to me that he’d
like one, but he fears for their safety with Bella, so he will not ask for one.
It’s a pity she has the Black madness so strongly, Rudo should be allowed some
happiness. Bella cannot conceive, and he deserves an heir.” Lucius said softly.
 
Draco nodded. “Well, Rabastan was always loyal. He even went to Azkaban for the
Dark Lord, so he’ll probably get one.” He said.
 
Lucius inclined his head. “Most likely. He’ll want either Ronald Weasley or
Neville Longbottom, or perhaps Ginny Weasley; a young Pureblood who can give
him a child that won’t have the taint of mud about them. Severus does not seem
to mind it, and I confess, Potter is pretty enough that his unfortunate
parentage can be forgiven. Besides, I have my heir. Any further children I have
are merely for fun. Narcissa has asked that she be allowed an Omega of her own.
She would need to take Severus’ other potion, to become an Alpha, and then we
would be required to divorce.” Lucius eyed his son. “How does that sit with
you?”
 
Draco waved a hand carelessly. “If that’s how you both want it, that’s fine by
me. She deserves to be happy.”
 
Narcissa came into the room. “Talking about me?” She asked in amusement.
 
Lucius and Draco inhaled deeply, eyebrows rising on both of them as they took
in her changed scent.
 
“So, you took the potion.” Lucius commented. “Do I displease you so much,
Cissa?” He asked teasingly.
 
Narcissa laughed. “Of course not, Lucius. I just want a little bit of fun. Will
you accompany me down to the dungeons to pick my prize?” She asked.
 
Lucius rose and went to retrieve a collar. “Let’s go, then.” He said, leading
the way into the dungeons.
 
They passed Kingsley Shacklebolt first, and Narcissa shook her head. “Too
uptight.” She said softly.
 
They passed Remus Lupin next, and she shook her head again. “Can he even make
the change?” She asked Lucius.
 
Lucius shrugged. “If not, he will be disposed of.” He whispered.
 
Narcissa hummed and nodded.
 
She passed Ginny Weasley, shaking her head. “Not a girl. That’s no fun.”
 
She passed by Hermione, knowing she was claimed, without comment.
 
She came to Tonks next, and smiled. “Hello, Niece.” She said amiably.
 
“Narcissa. To what do we owe the pleasure?” Tonks asked, not getting up.
 
“I’m just choosing which of you I want.” She said lightly.
 
Tonks blinked. “Sure. That makes all the sense in the world.” She muttered.
 
Narcissa smiled. “Don’t worry, you’ve a pretty face. You’ll be chosen.” She
assured the young woman before moving on.
 
She passed Ronald Weasley’s cell next, and paused. “No manners.” She said
softly, walking by.
 
She came upon the last cell, and Neville Longbottom stood immediately. “Lady
Malfoy.” He said with a small bow.
 
Narcissa smiled. “He’s got good breeding. I like him.” She said.
 
Lucius handed the boy the collar he was holding. “Put this on if you’d prefer
to live.” He said.
 
Neville’s eyes widened and he took the collar, putting it on.
 
Lucius opened the cell door and let him out. “Come with us.” He instructed,
taking the teen’s arm firmly.
 
“Don’t damage him, Lucius.” Narcissa chided.

“I am not. He won’t have any marks from me, Narcissa, don’t worry.” Lucius
assured his soon-to-be ex-wife.
 
Narcissa led the way into the potions lab, and Severus looked up, curling his
lip. “Narcissa, surely—“
 
“He is the one I chose, Severus. He is well-mannered, and you know how I feel
about manners.” She told the man.
 
Severus sighed and held out a vial. “This will change you into an Omega, and if
you take it, Narcissa will bind you to her. Otherwise, you will be killed.”
 
Neville looked up at Lady Malfoy. She was beautiful, there was no doubt. He
could have been subjected to a worse fate.
 
He took the potion and downed it.
***** Talking Heat *****
Chapter Notes
     This story might see frequent updates, or it might not. It all
     depends on how my other fics are going and how my muse feels about
     this one. So far, these two chapters are what I've got. We'll see
     when more gets added. For now, take this and I'll get back to work on
     Crusade.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Harry looked up from the book he was reading when he heard a ‘pop.’ He saw a
house-elf setting a tray on the small table in front of the couch.
 
“Hello.” He said, setting the book aside. “Who are you?”
 
The house-elf turned. “I is Mipsy, Sir!” She answered. “I is bringing your
dinner!”
 
Harry smiled. “Thank you.”
 
Mipsy squeaked in pleasure and bowed, then left.
 
Harry lifted the lid on the tray and began to eat his dinner.
 
*****
 
Harry was in bed when he heard shuffling coming from the door to Lucius’ room.
There was a knock.
 
“Yes?” He called out.
 
“It’s me.” Lucius’ voice called through the door. “Can I come through?”
 
Harry flushed. “Yes.” He told the man.
 
There was a soft ‘click’ as the door was unlocked, then the man entered the
room. “Hello again, Harry. I have news.” He said evenly, coming to sit on the
edge of Harry’s bed.
 
Harry perked up. “What news?” He asked.
 
Lucius smiled. “Draco has claimed young Miss Lovegood as his own, and Narcissa
has claimed Mr. Longbottom. The others are still unclaimed, but they have been
fed, and the Dark Lord assures me more will be claimed tomorrow. Miss Lovegood
wanted me to relay a message to you: she says to keep calm, difficult though it
will be for you.”
 
Harry nodded. “That’s good, I guess. And I’ll try to keep calm. Draco will be
good to Luna, won’t he? She’s rather… Unconventional.” He said nervously.
 
Lucius chuckled. “We’ve noticed. She will be treated well. Draco will value
her, it is a good match for them both.”
 
Harry let out a breath. “That’s good, then.”
 
“In other news, Narcissa and I are going to divorce. There’s no reason for us
to stay together, now that we are both Alphas. Society will know that we are no
longer compatible, so there is no reason to keep up the pretence of a happy
marriage. Draco has said he has no problem with it, and he is happy with the
way things are. He should be; Omegas are hard to find, he’s lucky that the Dark
Lord has seen fit to gift him with one.” Lucius said in amusement.
 
Harry cocked his head. “Why are they so hard to find?” He asked. “If there’s a
potion that can make someone into one, why don’t more people just take the
potion?”
 
Lucius sighed. “Because, Omegas are virtually property. If it were not forced
upon them, few would choose this kind of a life. There used to be many more
Omegas, enough that most Alphas could find one and mate with them. For some,
unknown reason, the numbers of new Omegas born began to decline. I suspect that
it is because the Wild Magic saw how we, the Alphas, were treating its precious
children, and decided no one should suffer that fate. Eventually, there just
weren’t many more Omegas. Once in a great while, there will still be one, but
they are rare now, and usually they get claimed quite young. Their first heats
hit at around fourteen or fifteen years of age, and most often, the first Alpha
to find an Omega in heat will bind the Omega to them, whether they are true
mates or not.”
 
“So I’m property? Not that I didn’t already suspect that, but legally, I’m
property?” Harry asked.
 
Lucius nodded. “That is the way of things, and I truly am sorry. I promise you,
once you acclimate to your situation, you will be given every freedom I can
give you, short of leaving the grounds. In time, I may even be able to take you
off the grounds, provided you are with me, and on a lead. The Dark Lord will
require that much, I’m afraid.”
 
Harry shrugged. “I’m not surprised. Maybe I’ll be able to handle it, who
knows?”
 
Lucius gazed at him for long moments, then smirked. “You aren’t aware of the
recent changes the Dark Lord has undergone. I daresay you’ll be surprised when
he decides to see you.” He murmured.
 
Harry gulped. “When? Not if?” He asked.
 
Lucius shook his head. “No, I’m quite sure he intends to seek an audience with
you, and probably sooner rather than later. He has a bit on his plate at the
moment, deciding who deserves the gift of their own Omega, but once things die
down, I am almost sure he’ll want to talk to you. Things are… Quite different
than they were just yesterday.” He said mildly.
 
“Yeah, I know.” Harry replied, his tone slightly bitter. “Now there’s no one
left to oppose him.”
 
Lucius’ brow rose at the comment. “When you speak with him, you may be
surprised by how much he has changed. Trust me when I say he is not the same
man you met in the graveyard at Little Hangleton. The only other thing I will
say about the matter now is that Severus can work miracles, when given the
right incentive.” He said mildly. “Now, you need your sleep, and I am not at my
best when I have not gotten proper rest, either. I will leave you for tonight,
and I will see you tomorrow.” He told Harry, then smiled. “Sleep well, Harry.”
He said.
 
Harry nodded as the man got up and walked through the door connecting their
rooms. “Good night!” He called out just before the door closed.
 
“Good night.” Lucius’ cultured voice responded from beyond the door before the
sound of the key being turned in the lock sounded.
 
Harry sighed and lay back in the bed, closing his eyes. There was no sense in
staying up. He knew there was no way out of his rooms.
 
*****
 
Lucius opened his eyes to find his personal house-elf stoking his fire.
 
“Master should be getting up soon.” She said, hearing the rustle of Lucius
sitting up in bed. “Master wants to have breakfast with his Omega today, so
Master must be getting up. The Omega will be having breakfast in half an hour.”
 
Lucius groaned and got out of bed. “Thank you, Tippy. I’m up now.” He walked
over to his wardrobe and opened it, looking over his choices to decide what he
wanted to wear that day.
 
*****
 
“Omega!”
 
Harry groaned and rolled over, burying his face deeper into the softest pillow
he’d ever felt.
 
“Omega, wake up!”
 
Harry opened one eye and found himself staring blearily at a house-elf while he
lazed about in a luxurious room he was unaccustomed to.
 
Yesterday’s events crashed into his mind and he yawned, stretching.
 
Right.
 
He was owned property, now.
 
“Master Malfoy will be coming in half an hour to eat breakfast with Omega, so
Omega must get up and get dressed.” The house-elf insisted.
 
Harry sat up. “I don’t have any clothes!” He protested. “And don’t call me
that! My name is Harry.”
 
Mipsy beamed at him. “Okay, Harry.” She said brightly.
 
Harry blinked in surprise. “Really? You’re going to call me by name? Just like
that?” He asked.
 
Mipsy nodded. “Harry is an Omega, so Mipsy can use his name to address him.”
Her smile faded. “Harry does not have much more status than Mipsy, but his life
will still be good, Mipsy believes.” She said. “Harry just needs to keep Master
Malfoy happy and stay out of the Dark One’s way.” She said simply. “Come,
Harry’s clothes are this way!” She said, grabbing his hand and leading him to
the wardrobe against the wall. “Young Master gave some of his clothes to Harry
until Master Malfoy can hire a tailor to come by and make new clothes.”
 
Harry opened the wardrobe and looked at the clothes inside. There was a lot of
green, black and grey, none of which were colors Harry was particularly fond
of, but he found a crimson robe in there and opted to wear it. He pulled on
black slacks and a black, button-down shirt.
 
He was sitting in front of the fire, looking over the first few pages of a book
to decide if it was worth a read when the door to his room opened and Lucius
walked in. “Hello, Harry.” The man said evenly, closing the door behind him. “I
hope you don’t mind, but I’ll be joining you each day for breakfast. It’s in
our best interests to get to know each other. After all, in a few short days we
are going to become very close.”
 
Harry eyed the man warily. “What makes you say that?” He asked.
 
“Your heat will be starting soon.” Lucius answered. “You are at the proper age
to have already presented, so you will be having your first heat soon, and,
since you are claimed, you will need to be intimate with me to relieve the
symptoms.”
 
Harry blanched. “You’re going to sleep with me?! When we barely know each
other?!” He asked.
 
Lucius sighed as Mipsy brought two plates of breakfast. “It is the only way to
make sure you do not perish from your heat. It does occasionally happen,
usually to mated Omegas that are kept from their mate for whatever reason
during their heat.” The man explained while Harry sat at the table and began to
eat.
 
“Fine.” Harry answered after a few minutes. “If it’s the only way, I suppose we
have no choice. Don’t take it as permission to touch me at any other time,
though.” He said firmly.
 
Lucius smiled. “I would never presume.” He answered easily.
 
“Right.” Harry muttered, deciding he’d believe that when he saw it.
 
“I imagine this is not the life you’d envisioned for yourself. I am sorry that
your plans have taken so drastic a detour, but I have hopes that you will still
be able to grasp at least some small measure of happiness here with me. Oh, I
have news that I did not share with you yesterday, though it is probably safe
to do so, even though it has not happened just yet.” Lucius told Harry. “Are
you interested in knowing?”
 
Harry nodded. ‘Anything to change the subject!’ He thought desperately.
 
Lucius smiled. “Your friend, Miss Granger?” He checked.
 
“Hermione, yes.” Harry prompted.
 
Lucius hummed. “An unusual name. She has been claimed, by Severus, who has been
granted an Omega for brewing the potion to bring on the change. If she is smart
enough to accept life as an Omega, she will be spared. And she will undoubtedly
have enough mental acuity to realize the only way she’ll see you again is by
good behaviour, so you will likely see her again. Perhaps sooner than you
think.” He added.
 
Harry smiled. “I’d like that.”
 
“I thought you might. Is there anything you’d like to ask me? I know quite a
bit about Omegas and their physiology. I studied them when I presented, though
I knew the likelihood of finding one was low. I was young and prone to flights
of fancy, much like Draco is now.” Lucius said mildly.
 
Harry frowned. “What is heat like? I have no idea what to expect.”
 
“You will experience heightened body temperature, sweating, perhaps some nausea
and vomiting if you’d eaten too recently, and you will begin leaking slick,
your body’s natural lubricant—“
 
“I’ll be leaking what?! No, that’s just not on! I’m not a girl!” Harry burst
out, standing and staring at Lucius as thought he’d grown two extra heads.
“That only happens to the girls, right?” He checked—begged, really, would be
the more apt term.
 
Lucius fought back a smile at the boy’s expected—and quite natural—reaction,
and sipped at his tea. “Omega males become wet when aroused like girls do.” He
said calmly and evenly. “You’ll be grateful for it when you see my knot. Even
more grateful when you’re taking my knot for the first time.”
 
Harry frowned and sat back down. “Your what?” He asked blankly.
 
“Knot. Have you ever seen a dog being bred?” Lucius asked.
 
Harry made a face. “No. And I don’t want to.” He said firmly.
 
Lucius shook his head. “When an Alpha is in rut, the Alpha response to an Omega
in heat, their cock gains a bulb near the base that, during ejaculation, swells
up by about a third of its size and locks them into place inside the Omega to
help ensure conception. You’ll become very familiar with mine very soon.” He
assured the Omega, then got up and left before harry had regained use of his
voice again.
 
*****
 
Harry was reading, since there was not much else to do, and he was finding out
that Omegas were highly romanticized in novels. He suspected the books he was
reading were put in his new room to give him a false sense of security and ease
him into his new status. He highly doubted he’d be as pampered as the Omegas in
the books were, but for now, he was adopting a ‘wait-and-see’ mindset.
 
He heard the door open and looked up to see Lucius coming in, carrying a tray.
 
“Taking the house-elves’ jobs, now?” He asked, then clamped his mouth shut,
feeling his face heat. ‘Shit, why did I say that to Lucius Malfoy, of all
people?!’
 
Lucius simply chuckled. “Only this once. Mipsy was on her way here, I simply
came across her before she got here. Are you hungry?” He asked, setting the
small tray on the table.
 
Harry eyed it. “Honestly, not really. I’m more thirsty than anything else.” He
admitted.
 
Lucius seemed to like that answer, and Harry was pretty sure he knew why. If
the books were to be believed, Omegas just coming up on their heat seemed to
superhydrate and not eat much right before going into heat, and Harry suspected
that might be what was happening to him.
 
Lucius lifted the lid and looked over the food on offer. “Even if you aren’t
very hungry, this should still be fine for you.” He stepped aside so Harry
could see. “It’s mostly fruit. And tea, of course. Fruit is a good choice, even
if your heat is near. It’s high in juices, which will help you get extra fluids
in you.”
 
Harry made a face. “Can’t say I’m looking forward to all this ‘heat’ business.”
He shook the book he was reading in Lucius’ direction. “Sounds gross, and to be
honest, I want nothing to do with it.” He added.
 
“Ah, but you have little choice, my tasty little morsel. You’ll be going
through it, sooner rather than later, and you’ll be begging me to help you
fairly quickly.” Lucius raked his eyes over Harry’s body, and Harry could
practically feel the man mentally undressing him. “And you’re very pretty. I
daresay I’ll enjoy helping you through your heat. If I’m right, we’ll both
enjoy ourselves. You can give in and wait patiently, or you can fight it every
step of the way, but either way, you’ll be under me soon enough, and I am
nothing if not a generous lover. There will be pleasure in it for you as much
as for me.” He assured Harry.
 
“Goody. I can’t wait.” Harry drawled sarcastically. He got up and sat at the
table, watching as Lucius took the other seat. “So, are you just going to sit
there and watch me eat? Kind of creepy, to be honest.” Harry said lightly.
 
Lucius chuckled, and called for a house-elf. “Get me a plate of fruit, and a
glass of champagne to go with it. None for Harry, he needs to hydrate before
his heat.” He said to it.
 
The elf popped away and Harry frowned. “What, you’d give me alcohol if I wasn’t
near heat?” He asked suspiciously. “What purpose would that serve?”
 
Lucius smiled. “Well, you’d certainly be more malleable if intoxicated. But
certainly, once you are out of heat, you will be free to indulge, provided you
are not in the family way. The first heat is usually a trial run, pregnancy is
not a common result. The trauma involved with first-time knotting usually
precludes such a result.”
 
Harry paled. “Trauma? What do you mean by trauma?” He asked worriedly.
 
Lucius waved a hand. “There will be abrading, likely some tearing, and you will
certainly have some cramping afterward as your womb and ovaries gear up for
pregnancy. It will be dealt with easily, and you’ll be perfectly fine once all
is said and done. Don’t worry too much. Just eat your fruit.”
 
Harry sighed and resumed nibbling on the fruit.
 
Lucius’ fruit came and they ate in companionable—though slightly tense on
Harry’s part—silence.
 
It seemed there was a lot he had yet to discover about the practical aspects of
heat.
 
He wasn’t all that eager to learn, at this point.
Chapter End Notes
     This will be different from my other Alpha/Omega story, mainly in the
     way male Omega bodies are made. They are as big as any other male,
     and only look more androgynous in face. They will still grow small
     breasts when needed, but until then, they are just rather pretty-
     faced boys.
     There will probably be other changes, so don't rely too heavily on
     the other story, just assume this world's rules are different,
     because they are. Not horribly drastically, but enough.
     That being said, I hope you like it so far!
***** Purging and Prepping *****
Chapter Notes
     The build-up of Harry's first heat.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Harry woke on his own early, and rushed to the bathroom to be horribly ill. Not
only was he vomiting, but he was purging at both ends, and it truly felt like
he was dying.
 
Twenty minutes after Harry had rushed to the bathroom, Lucius entered the room,
finding it empty. He frowned and crossed to the bathroom door, knocking on it.
“Harry?” He questioned.
 
“Go—" There was the sound of heaving before the voice continued. “Go away! This
is somehow all your fault, I know it!” Harry called through the door.
 
Lucius smiled. So his body was clearing itself already? His heat was starting,
apparently. After a few hours, his system would be empty of any and all waste
and other detritus, and he would be ready for the copulating to begin.
 
Lucius left the room to report his findings to Severus and the Dark Lord.
 
He made his way to the lab and entered to find Severus writing something on a
length of parchment. “It's starting.” He announced to the man.
 
Severus looked up in surprise. “So soon?” He asked.
 
Lucius nodded. “He is in the bathroom as we speak, purging. His heat should be
starting very soon now.”
 
Severus hummed. “Thank you for informing me. I will make a note of how quickly
the potion works.” He said, and began writing again. “You should inform the
Dark Lord that you will be indisposed for the next five days.” He advised.
 
“That was my next stop. Good day, Severus.” He said.
 
Severus chuckled. “Have a good time buggering your newest toy.” He said.
 
“Oh, I intend to.” Lucius assured the man as he left. He went to the green
parlour, which the Dark Lord had made into his makeshift throne room, and
entered to find Thorfinn Rowle in front of the man.
 
“You may go, pick your favourite and bring them to Severus. The Muggleborn
Witch is spoken for, but the rest are available.” Voldemort said.
 
Rowle bowed and left the room.
 
“Lucius, I assume by your interruption that you bring news?” The man asked.
 
Lucius nodded. “I do, My Lord. My Omega has begun purging. His heat will start
very soon, and I will be occupied with him for the next five days. If all goes
well, we should be well and truly bonded by the end of it, provided there are
no distractions.” He said.
 
Voldemort smiled. “I see. I will see to it that you are not disturbed during
this delicate time. Enjoy yourself, and I will see you when you are done.” He
said, waving a hand in dismissal.
 
Lucius bowed and left the room, heading back to Harry's room.
 
*****
 
Lucius was seated in the only armchair in the room when Harry emerged from the
bathroom. He saw Lucius and flushed.
 
“Er, don’t go in there.” He said weakly. “It's not pretty.”
 
Lucius simply smiled. “No, I don’t imagine it is.” He cast a cleaning charm and
an air-freshening charm in the direction of the bathroom and another cleaning
charm on Harry, who looked grateful, and stood. “How do you feel?” He asked.
 
Harry sighed. “Warm. And itchy.” He added.
 
Lucius hummed. “You are in the early stages of heat. Would you like to get
started now, or wait until you’re delirious with it? It might be easier that
way.” He said.
 
 Harry shook his head. “No, I—" He stopped and clamped his mouth shut, then
forged ahead, “I want to properly remember this. At least once.”
 
Lucius' eyes widened minutely. “Harry, are you—” He hesitated, unable to finish
his question.
 
Harry flushed and averted his eyes, and Lucius had his answer.
 
“You are.” He breathed. “I had no idea. People fall at your feet, I thought
surely—but no, I suppose that's not your way. I am sorry it has to be like
this, but it’s probably better this way. You'll have no one else to compare me
to, and find me wanting.”
 
Harry huffed out a breath and nodded. “Yeah, best to start out as I'll go on, I
suppose.”
 
Lucius closed the remaining space between them and reached out to cup Harry's
face—ignoring the teen's minute flinch as the hand approached—and traced his
thumb over the curve of Harry's cheek. “I'm going to kiss you now. Try not to
fight it.” He said, then leaned in and brushed his lips over Harry's.
 
Harry let out a tiny exhalation, a hint of sound escaping with it, as Lucius’
lips met his. Kissing he had experience with. Kissing he could do.
 
Lucius’ lips curved in a small smile and he traced his tongue over Harry's
lower lip, requesting access.
 
Harry opened for him, sighing softly as Lucius’ tongue met his and twined
around it.
 
‘He's not completely untried.’ Lucius realized. ‘Someone has tasted these lips
before, but they didn’t do a very thorough job.’ He thought derisively, noting
the small quiver in the lips below his, a slight tremor of uncertainty. Harry
clearly thoughthe knew what he was doing, but faced with Lucius’ level of
mastery in the erotic arts, he was rapidly learning that his education in all
things worldly was sadly lacking. ‘It's a very small matter. I'll fill in the
holes.’ Lucius promised to himself, hands sliding from Harry's neck, down his
back, to rest at his waist.
 
Lucius took Harry's bottom lip into his mouth for a quick suck before breaking
the kiss, and was pleased to see that once he pulled away, Harry's eyes stayed
closed and his lips remained slightly parted.
 
The young Omega was clearly savouring the experience.
 
After a few short seconds, the eyes fluttered opened and Harry's entire face
flooded with an impressive shade of red.
 
Lucius chuckled. “Yes, so you see: you will enjoy this very much. I can—and
will—make this good for you.” He promised. His hands slid lower, to rest on
Harry's pert little arse, and the teen’s eyes clouded over with something that
looked remarkably like fear as he drew back, shaking Lucius’ hands off and
taking several steps away.
 
‘That's strange.’ Lucius thought, frowning. “Harry? What’s the matter?”
 
Harry shook his head. “I can’t—what they—I don't… Want you to see.” He finally
finished a complete thought, though it was in a whisper and he refused to meet
Lucius’ eyes afterward as he stood with his arms wrapped around his own waist. 
 
Lucius took Harry's hands in his own and drew the teen's arms away from his
body, wrapping his own arms around the slim frame instead. “What don't you want
me to see, Harry? We are going to be together for a very long time. Either you
can let me know now, while you are still coherent, or you can stall, and I will
find out once the delirium takes you, and we will have this discussion after
your heat, which will be unpleasant for you, because I refuse to allow you pain
potions until I get to the bottom of this, and you will be hurting after heat,
I assure you.” He said softly, but with deadly seriousness.
 
“I have… Scars.” Harry admitted.
 
Lucius chuckled. “We all do, that’s nothing to worry about.”
 
Harry shook his head. “You don’t understand.” He said quietly, and took off his
shirt, turning around and letting Lucius see the scars adorning his back as the
shirt fluttered to the floor. “My cousin and uncle were… Afraid, I suppose.
Thought they could ‘beat the magic out of me.’” He revealed. “Didn’t work, of
course. But they still tried, every year.”
 
Lucius let out a long, slow breath. “That is certainly not something I expected
to hear from you, but you were raised by Muggles, and Muggles can sometimes be…
Rather close-minded about things they do not understand.” He reached up a
traced one of the most apparent scars, feeling Harry shudder under his hand.
“Is this alright?” He checked.
 
Harry nodded. “Yeah. It doesn’t hurt, it’s just weird. No one's ever touched me
there without clothing in the way, for obvious reasons.” He explained.
 
Lucius hummed. “They didn’t do anything… Sexual to you, did they?” He had to
ask, needing to know if there would be ingrained behaviours he had to train out
of his Omega, or if he'd be mostly unscathed in the intimate ways.
 
“No!” Harry said, aghast. “No, they never touched me like that.” He finished in
a more mild tone, turning back to face the man.
 
“Good.” Lucius said. “Well, I suppose tit for tat is called for.” He began to
unbutton his shirt and Harry flushed.
 
“Oh, you don’t need to—” Harry began, but Lucius cut him off.
 
“It will be coming off sooner or later, might as well be now.” He said, letting
the garment slide down his arms. He folded it and laid it on the chair.
 
Harry tried to keep his eyes averted, really he did, but his gaze kept
returning to the man standing in front of him.
 
Lucius watched him for long moments in amusement, before speaking again. “Feel
free to look. I am your Alpha, after all. My naked body will be pressed against
you for the better part of five days. You're certainly entitled to see what you
will soon be feeling.” 
 
Harry looked at Lucius, taking in the strong muscles of his upper body, the
light dusting of silvery hairs on his chest and the strong arms he'd had
wrapped around him just minutes before. His mouth went dry and he spared a
thought to realize he may not be quite as straight as he'd previously believed,
though whether that was truly him or a result of the potion he'd taken, he
couldn’t be sure. Did it really matter, though? Potion or not, this was him
now, so he'd be best served by coming to terms with it, and fast.
 
“You—” He croaked, then cleared his throat and tried again, flushing. “You look
good.”
 
Lucius chuckled. “Thank you. So do you, scars or not. They do not detract from
your beauty, and they certainly do not define you.” Lucius said, pulling Harry
close again. “Now am I allowed to touch you?” He asked, one hand inching toward
Harry's buttocks again.
 
“I… Yeah, I suppose so.” Harry said.
 
Lucius let his hand slide downward and cupped a cheek, squeezing gently. “I'll
make sure you enjoy this. A first time should be memorable, and I will make it
so. I assure you, it will be good for us both.”
 
Harry nodded and licked his lips. “We should get started. I’m getting rather
hot.”
 
Lucius nodded and led him into the bedroom, then began unbuttoning his
trousers. “This will go easier if we are both undressed.” He told the teen in
mild amusement. “You can’t have sex in your clothes.”
 
Harry flushed and began removing his trousers, going at the same speed Lucius
was.
 
They both were bare under the clothes, Harry more surprised at Lucius’ state
than the man seemed at his, and once they were both bare, Lucius gathered Harry
in his arms again. “You have an impressive body. I suspect frequent Quidditch
is to thank for that. I shall endeavour to get you access to our pitch so that
you may get some exercise and keep your physique. I quite enjoy the look of
you.” He said. He reached back for Harry's entrance and stilled when Harry
stiffened at the touch. “I need to ascertain how ready you are, and this is the
only way. It may feel strange, but if I am to lie with you, you will need to
allow me to touch you everywhere.”
 
Harry nodded. “Alright.” He said, and forced his body to relax.
 
Lucius dipped his fingers between Harry's pert globes and felt for his
entrance. He was not as tight as a virgin should be, and he was wet. Lucius
hummed. “You are almost ready for a knot. I should be able to avoid knotting
you this first time, but you are in the early stages of heat. We should move
this to the bed.” He said, and guided Harry to the bed, laying him down and
lying beside him.
 
“I want to test something. To see how well the potion worked. Is that alright
with you?” Lucius checked.
 
Harry shrugged. “I suppose so.”
 
Lucius smirked devilishly and called up his Alpha voice and ordered Harry,
“Present.”
 
Harry's eyes widened as his body reacted without conscious thought, rolling
onto his stomach and drawing his knees under him, canting his arse in the air.
 
Lucius hummed in satisfaction. “Excellent. Now we can begin.”
Chapter End Notes
     Next chapter will pick up right where this one left off.
***** First and Last *****
“You knew this was going to happen.” Harry accused, turning his head so that
the pillow his face was in didn’t suffocate him.
 
Lucius shifted to kneel behind him, staring raptly at his small, glistening
hole. “Nonsense.” He denied calmly, then added, “I had merely hoped.” He leaned
in to take in Harry's heat-scent. He smelled of sugared vanilla, almost too
sweet to bear, but the scent was light enough to make it bearable.
 
Lucius was glad his Omega turned out to be one of the ones with a lighter
scent. If he ever took him out, after all, he didn’t want to be mobbed, and an
Omega that put off a strong scent was likely to attract quite a group of
admirers and jealous Alphas alike.
 
“You just made the change, I wasn’t sure if your body’s ingrained responses
were changed yet. In fact, I wouldn't have been surprised if you hadn’t
responded to the presentation command at all. I would have been disheartened,
certainly, but it would not have surprised me. You weren’t born an Omega, so
certain deviances from the norm are to be expected.” He cupped Harry's arse in
his palms and spread the cheeks, leaning in. “Are you ready to truly become
mine?” He asked.
 
Harry's face, what Lucius could see of it, was completely red, and Lucius was
sure part of it was arousal. Most of it, however, was probably embarrassment.
Nothing for it, though. This had to be done for the boy's health.
 
“Yes, do it.” He said, then buried his face in the pillow.
 
Lucius hummed happily and leaned forward to gather the leaking slick on his
tongue, tasting his Omega properly for the first time. The taste was like
nothing he had sampled before; light, sweet and delicious. There was a word for
that particular flavour: ambrosia.
 
Harry let out a small whine and Lucius saw his hands come up to clench on
handfuls of pillow.
 
Lucius pointed his tongue and drove it into Harry's tiny hole, and the teen's
head flew back as he cried out in shocked pleasure. Lucius couldn't hold back a
smug smile, and was glad Harry couldn’t see him, positioned as they were. The
expression on his face would no doubt earn his Omega's ire.
 
“I can’t believe you’re doing that!” Harry said, though it was followed by a
moan.
 
Lucius raised his head. “I did make sure you were clean after your purge, so
there is nothing unclean about it right now. Do you want me to stop?” He asked.
 
“No!” Harry nearly shouted, then groaned and buried his face in his pillow as
Lucius laughed. “No, I’m not complaining, you just didn’t strike me as… Mm, as
the type to do that.” He said.
 
“Ah. Good. Allow me to continue, then. Don’t worry, we’ll move on soon, but I’m
enjoying tasting you. You’re delicious, you know.” Lucius said, diving back in
and tongue-fucking the teen.
 
Harry moaned, but managed to get out the words, “I'll take your word for it.”
Before giving up on speech for the next little while.
 
Lucius kept up his current employment for several more very enjoyable minutes
before pulling away and surveying his work.
 
Harry was relaxed, and his hole was dripping wet. But there was still something
else Lucius wanted to do before he got around to giving his Omega the sound
fucking he needed to relieve his quickly approaching heat.
 
“Turn over for me. We'll have a go this way at some point, but not for the
first time.” Lucius said.
 
Harry flipped over onto his back and smiled up at Lucius. “So far, this isn’t
so bad.” He told the man.
 
Lucius hummed. “It’s about to get even better.” He promised, then slithered
down Harry's body and took his cock into his mouth.
 
Harry moaned and couldn't quite stop his hips from bucking. “Sorry!” He gasped
out as Lucius gagged. “I didn’t mean to do that!”
 
Lucius simply hummed and relaxed his throat, taking him deeper. He reached
around and slipped one finger, then two, into Harry's hole. He was loose enough
to take a knot by this point, and he was hot, both inside and out. He kept
sucking the teen as he worked on finding his prostate. He didn’t need to loosen
him any, but he didn’t want Harry going into this expecting nothing but pain.
He found it and brushed against it, and Harry bucked again.
 
“Oh, fuck, what was that?!” Harry asked in shock.
 
Lucius smiled and raised his head to reply, “That would be why I know you will
enjoy this: your prostate. When properly stimulated, it feels quite good.
Wouldn’t you agree?” He asked, teasing it again. “I think you’re ready now.” He
said. “There are numerous other places on the body that are erogenous zones,
and we will explore them all, in time, but for now, you are getting rather hot.
If you want to remember this, we need to move on.”
 
Harry nodded. “Alright.” He said.
 
Lucius positioned himself and carefully slid in, holding back from popping a
knot, though it was difficult to do. He stilled once he was fully in, letting
Harry acclimate to his size, before he began to move.
 
Harry clutched at him, whimpering and biting his lip.
 
“Too much?” Lucius asked, stilling. “Do you need a moment?”
 
Harry shook his head. “No, it’s just… I didn’t expect it to feel so much.” He
explained. “It’s intense, that's all.”
 
Lucius smiled at him. “Ah, yes, I’m feeling it, too. An Omega usually isn’t
bonded their first time, that usually comes after. The bond adds an extra layer
to everything, it’s perfectly natural to be a bit overwhelmed by it, just let
it happen. The bond will encourage you to feel affection for me, and sex
usually comes with quite a bit of emotion, especially the first time. Don’t be
afraid of it. Ride the wave, I will be there at the end to catch you. You can
put your trust in me.” He said softly.
 
Harry gulped nervously, but then nodded. “Alright.”
 
Lucius began moving again, rocking slowly, brushing Harry's prostate with every
stroke.
 
Harry took his advice and, as the swell of unfamiliar emotion rose inside him
again, he let go and let it carry him away. Affection was there, as was lust
and, surprisingly, a good deal of trust for a man he barely knew. The bond was
doing its best to draw them closer together, it seemed to Harry, and he
decided, though he was fully aware he may regret it later, that he was going to
let it work its magic.
 
Lucius could feel the exact moment that Harry let go of his reservations and
fully accepted the bond, as it opened further and he got a better reading on
the boy's emotional state. “Good boy.” He praised Harry softly, running a hand
through his tousled hair. He then grabbed the teen by his thighs, hoisted him
into a better position, and sped up. “Let's see if you can come untouched, like
a proper Omega.” He said.
 
Harry moaned, writhing around on Lucius' cock, not trying to escape his hold,
just experimenting to see if he could possibly discover an angle that would
feel even better.
 
He didn’t, but he certainly enjoyed his discovery that he could make Lucius'
hands clench down and eyes squeeze shut as his hips stuttered if he clamped
down on the man.
 
When his orgasm hit, it brought with it a wave of euphoria and was almost
immediately followed by what seemed to be a second orgasm, but the second one
didn’t originate in Harry's body, but his mind.
 
“What was that?” Harry asked in blissed-out wonder.
 
Lucius hummed. “Bond. You and I will feel each other’s orgasms as echoes.
That’s how a bondmate knows if there is infidelity going on. I will also know
if and when you masturbate, as will you for me. It's very intimate knowledge,
but you can trust that I will not abuse or bandy it about. I only ask the same
consideration from you.” He said lightly.
 
Harry nodded a bit dazedly. “Okay.” He said.
 
“I just now realized I didn’t give you the news of who was chosen yesterday,
and another bit of news. Can you handle bad news right now, or are you feeling
overly emotional? I don’t want to cause you undue distress, and part of this
might.” Lucius told him, holding him close.
 
Harry took a deep breath and steeled himself. “Let's hear it, then.” He said.
 
“Rabastan Lestrange has picked the Weasley girl,”
 
Harry's blood ran cold. Poor Ginny. What horrors was she in for?
 
“Antonin Dolohov has picked Nymphadora, my niece. He knows to be good to her.
She is family to me, though Narcissa and I are parting ways. Family once is
family always.” Lucius added. “And now for the bad news: Fenrir Greyback
petitioned for the Werewolf, since he was one of his own, but due to his
Lycanthropy, the potion did not take. It caused a madness within him and we had
no choice but to kill him. It may be a blessing in disguise, because, unlike
the others who have received an Omega, Fenrir is… Violent. He does nothing
gently, and Omegas need a tender touch. The others know how to give that, and
they see their Omega as a gift. Fenrir wanted one as a toy. And he does not
play nice.” Lucius finished.
 
Harry felt his heart break at the thought of Remus, wondering if he had truly
wanted to live knowing that Greyback would own him, or if he had secretly been
hoping it wouldn’t work out. Nothing for it now. What was done, was done.
 
“Also, Thorfinn Rowle will be the next to pick an Omega. As Shacklebolt has
been very vocal in his desire to die rather than ‘whatever we're picking people
for,’ he'll most likely end up dead very soon.” Lucius added as an
afterthought.
 
Harry nodded. “He’s very straight-laced, but also loyal to a fault. He’d have
caused you problems anyway.” He said.
 
Lucius hummed. “I suspected as much. How are you feeling?” He asked, running a
hand Harry’s arm.
 
“Honestly, I’m getting hot again. Is it supposed to happen that fast?” Harry
asked, worried.
 
“Keep in mind, you did not take my knot. Knotting provides longer relief from
the symptoms of heat, so you should probably let me knot this time.” He said,
placing a gentle kiss over the mating mark, causing shivers and gooseflesh to
break out on Harry's skin.
 
“Fine, then.” Harry said in a long-suffering tone as he rolled over onto his
front. “Knot me, Alpha.” He requested.
 
Lucius smiled smugly. “Oh, yes, let’s do that.”
 
*****
 
Severus strode down the stairs, holding the last leather collar they'd be
using, and came to a stop in front of the cell of a certain bushy-haired
Muggleborn. “Miss Granger.” He drawled.
 
Hermione stood with a gasp and rushed to the bars. “Professor! What's happened
to the others, where are they? Are they okay?” She bit her lip, then softly
added, “Are they dead?”
 
“Put this on, and you will soon find out. And for the love of Merlin, girl, try
to keep your big mouth shut until we are out of here. There are recording
spells everywhere. And I value my privacy.” He added.
 
Hermione took the collar and put it on, feeling as though she had signed her
life away as it locked around her neck.
 
Severus nodded. “Good.” He opened the cell door and took hold of her wrist.
“Come with me. Keep quiet, I will explain things later.” He led her up the
stairs and into his lab. He picked up the last vial of the Omega Genus potion.
“This potion will turn you into something called an Omega.” He saw her mouth
open and rushed to head her questions off. “An Omega is much like a woman, but
with a few notable differences: They go through periods of Oestrus, much like
animals, called heats. If you choose to take the potion, you will become my
Omega, and I will bond you to me. I have books you can read that will tell you
everything you'll need to know about Omegas.” He finished.
 
Hermione took the potion from him and looked at it. “Did the others take this
potion?” She asked.
 
Severus cleared his throat. “All but Kingsley. Remus didn’t survive the result
of his Lycanthropy and the potion mixing. We unfortunately lost him.”
 
Hermione swallowed back her sorrow at that statement, choosing to mull it over
later, when she had time to mourn him properly. “Well, then, bottoms up, I
suppose.” She said, and took the potion.
 
Severus took the empty vial from her and moved closer. “The bond is sealed with
a bite. It shouldn’t hurt.” He assured her, moving her hair out of the way and
sliding the collar up to expose the base of her neck. He leaned in close and
bit down.
 
Hermione gasped at the pleasure, hands coming up to brace on Severus’
shoulders.
 
Severus raised his head. “I already spoke to the Dark Lord. We are excused for
a week for me to get you settled in to my home. We will be Apparating. Stick
close to me, because if any Death Eaters find you alone, they are under orders
to escort you to the Dark Lord. You don’t want that.” He assured her.
 
Hermione blanched, and Severus was impressed at the shade of chalk-white she
could reach. “No, I really don’t.” She agreed. She took his arm. “Lead the way,
then.”
***** Settling In *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter marks my first time writing het sex in years, so any
     comments on it are welcome. Send along any thoughts, concrit,
     straight-out criticism, anything helps me to know how I did.
     Seriously, I'm very worried about it, so please let me know how I
     did. After all, there will be more het in this story, so if I did
     badly, I need to know so I don't repeat my mistakes. I really want to
     give you guys a quality read.
Lucius pulled Harry with him as he moved to recline on his side, the teen
tucked into the curve of his body. “Wow.” He said, out of breath.
 
“I'll say.” Harry agreed. “Is that the first time you've knotted someone?” He
asked.
 
“Yes.” Lucius told him, then gasped. “You little minx, stop that!” He said,
pinching Harry's bum.
 
“Ow! Hey, I can’t help it! My body is doing that itself!” Harry told him,
feeling himself clench down on Lucius again.
 
Lucius groaned. “Merlin, I can’t stop coming!”
 
Harry snickered. “I know. I feel it two ways every time you go off again.” He
said.
 
Lucius went off again, and Harry smothered a laugh.
 
“Oh, yes, laugh it up. You won’t be laughing in a few days, when your heat ends
and you're begging me for a healing potion.” Lucius grumbled.
 
Harry gave in and dissolved into giggles as Lucius' cock pulsed yet again.
 
“Honestly, I had no idea one person could hold so much ejaculate at any one
time. I've quite outdone myself, I think.” Lucius remarked.
 
Harry sobered. “If I don’t get pregnant this time, I think it's safe to assume
I will be next time.” He said.
 
Lucius hummed, but Harry could feel him nodding. “Most likely. The knot will
make my copious sperm more effective, and Omegas are generally very fertile as
well.”
 
Harry grimaced. “I’m not looking forward to it.” He said in clear distaste for
the idea.
 
Lucius hummed, reaching around to stroke gentle circles on Harry's stomach.
“You will. Give it time. Your Omega instincts will kick in and you will hunger
for a child of your own.”
 
Harry hummed noncommittally. “If you say so.” He said, clearly not convinced of
the veracity of Lucius’ words.
 
“I do.” Lucius said, then placed a kiss on the nape of Harry's neck. “Now let’s
sleep before your next wave hits.”
 
Harry was all too happy to relax and slip into sleep for a few hours.
 
*****
 
“This is my home, Prince Manor. You will have free run of the house, unless I
have company, which is rare. Your bedroom is this way—”
 
“I’m not to room with you?” Hermione asked in surprise. “I’ve heard that
creature bonds count as marriages, and isn’t that what we have now?”
 
Severus chuckled. “What we have is similar, but it is different in several
ways. I own you, for one. Certainly, you may room with me in the future if you
wish, and you will be sharing my bed during heats, but you will otherwise have
your own room. You will no doubt want your own space at times, and I can give
you that.” He said.
 
 Hermione took that in and then smiled. “Thank you, Professor.”
 
Severus cleared his throat. “You may call me Severus, if you wish. If you
cannot bring yourself to do so, Sir or Alpha are acceptable forms of address,
as well.” He said.
 
Hermione nodded. “Yes, Sir. When should I be expecting my first… Heat?” She
asked.
 
“In two days' time. I can brew you a potion so that you do not need to lie with
me this first time, which will give us time to get to know each other, but it
will set back the date that our bond fully seals, and you cannot see any of the
others until the bond is sealed fully.” Severus told her.
 
Hermione's eyes lit up. “So I'll be allowed to see them?!” She asked excitedly.
 
“In time, yes.” Severus answered. “Once you have settled into your new status,
and they, theirs. But eventually, yes, you will be granted visiting
privileges.” He said. “Take care with what you say to them. Especially Harry.
Your right to see him can always be revoked by Lucius.”
 
Hermione's eyes widened in horror. “Malfoy senior has him?! Poor Harry.” She
breathed.
 
Severus snorted. “Lucius will treat him well. Besides, his heat started just
earlier today. If I am right, he is currently being buggered six ways from
Sunday. I wouldn’t be too worried about him.”
 
Hermione flushed at the thought, and changed the subject. “Where are these
books you said you had?”
 
Severus chuckled. “They are this way, in the library. There is a whole section
dedicated to Alpha and Omega literature and the like. A good deal of both
fiction and nonfiction.” He showed her the relevant shelves. “If you can hold
still for a moment, I need to get your measurements so I can procure you some
new clothing. You'll have need of it, since I don’t plan to keep you naked and
at my beck and call.” He said.
 
Hermione nodded. “I appreciate that. I… Ron and I… We've made love once, but
that’s the only experience I have so far.” She said, blushing. “I figure you
should know. If we’re going to… Be intimate. Eventually.”
 
“I think you’ll find, Miss Granger,” Severus began, raking eyes down her body
and back up it in a very suggestive once-over, “That being made love to by a
boy is a far cry from being taken to bed by a man. He probably left you
wanting. I will not.” He promised, then left the room, leaving behind a dry-
mouthed and trembling Hermione.
 
*****
 
Neville came out of the bathroom and saw that Narcissa was waiting for him,
sitting calmly in the armchair in his sitting room.
 
“Er.” He said lamely. “Hi.”
 
Narcissa smiled. “I trust you have at least an inkling of what is happening to
you?” She questioned, getting up and casting cleaning charms on Neville and in
the direction of the bathroom.
 
Neville gulped and nodded. “I think so. I'm going into heat?” He guessed.
 
Narcissa nodded. “Yes. Of course, it will not hit fully until late tonight, due
to you taking the potion so late in the day, but that is no reason to hold off.
I did some experimenting after I took the Alpha Genus potion, and found what a
female Alpha's body does to compensate for the lack of a knot. Would you like
to know?” She offered.
 
Neville flushed. “Well, I'll be finding out either way, so, yes, I’d like to
know beforehand what will happen.” He said.
 
“My body is the same as it was before, but during climax, my internal muscles
will clamp down on you and keep you inside until your sperm has had time to do
its job. Since there will be no trauma involved, for either of us, I could very
well walk away from the encounter enceinte, so I have taken a contraceptive
potion. If, later, we decide to have a child, you can discuss the matter with
me when we are clear-headed. I am a little old to be having a second child, but
you are equipped to carry one, and with some careful potions work, you can
become pregnant with a child that is biologically mine.”
 
Neville gulped. “Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I mean, I'm certainly
not ready for a child yet, and… I'm not too keen on the idea of carrying one
myself.”
 
Narcissa laughed, a light and tinkling, musical sound. “Give it time, my sweet
boy. You are an Omega now. The urges will come.” She assured him. “Now, you are
looking flushed, so we should move this to your bed. Keep in mind, while I
insist you address me as ‘Alpha’ or ‘Lady Black' in front of others, here in
these rooms, when it is just the two of us, you may call me ‘Narcissa,’ or even
just ‘Cissa,’ if you prefer. There is no reason to hold to formality in
private.” Narcissa told him as they entered his bedroom and stopped next to the
bed.
 
“Oh.” Neville said in surprise. “Alright.”
 
“Now, the time for modesty is past. Let me see you. If I am pleased, I will
return the favour.” Narcissa said teasingly.
 
Neville smiled and began disrobing. He stood unabashedly nude at the end and
let her look her fill. He felt his face heat a little, but refused to cover
himself. He'd decided to dive right in like a Gryffindor, and he refused to
back down from his decision.
 
Narcissa smiled after looking him over. “Oh, you're a handsome young man,
aren’t you? I’m going to enjoy this.” She told him. “A promise is a promise.
Feel free to watch. I enjoy showing off my body to those I deem worthy of the
gift.”
 
Neville watched her undress, enjoying the look of all that milky-white skin
bared to his eyes. He licked his lips, and Narcissa let out a laugh.
 
“Come on, then. I can tell when someone is holding themselves back with sheer
force of will.” She got into bed and patted the empty space beside her. “Come
and get me.” She prodded.
 
Neville joined her on the bed and leaned in close to her. “May I kiss you?” He
asked, not wanting to presume too much—the lady was a Death Eater, after
all—and was surprised when she laughed again.
 
“My dear, sweet boy, what do you think I'm here for?! Of course you may kiss
me! I'd be quite offended if you didn’t.” She said flatly.
 
Neville smiled and brought his mouth down on hers. He wasn’t experienced at
all, but he knew what he was supposed to do, so he tentatively opened his mouth
and ran his tongue over her lip, hoping she'd open at the gentle request.
 
Narcissa sighed softly and opened her mouth, accepting Neville's tongue. She
let her own guide him a bit at first, until he got the hang of things, and was
pleasantly surprised when he slid a hand into her hair, holding her head still
as he pulled away and caught his breath.
 
“You're a quick study.” Narcissa murmured. Neville flushed at being caught out,
until she continued, “I'm impressed.”
 
Neville chuckled. “I try.” He said.
 
“Well, is there anything you'd like to do before we really get started?
Anywhere you want to explore, perhaps?” Narcissa asked, stretching her hands
above her head and stretching, arching her back to display her body to
advantage.
 
Neville's eyes fixated on her breasts. He started to reach for one, then
hesitated, and asked, “May I..?”
 
Narcissa huffed. “Yes, Neville, you may. You may take any liberty you want with
me. I am your Alpha, I’m hardly going to deny you what you need to remain
healthy. Stop asking.” She added.
 
Neville flushed. “Right. Sorry.” He reached out and gently caressed the soft
mound.
 
“You don’t have to be so gentle, dear. You can get a little rough with it if
you want.” Narcissa advised.
 
Neville bent his head to her breast and sucked one nipple into his mouth,
flicking his tongue over it and teasing it with a hint of teeth.
 
“Ooh, yes, there you go! Don’t be afraid to bite, gently.”
 
Neville bit down and switched to the other breast, taking her earlier words to
heart and sliding one hand slowly down her body.
 
She hummed softly and spread her legs accommodatingly, so he assumed it was
alright and continued, stroking over her folds.
 
He spread her open and delved in, marvelling at how wet she already was. Ready
for him.
 
Narcissa smiled and took his hand as he raised his head to look at what he was
doing to her. She was lightly flushed. She took his hand and positioned his
fingers, placing the tip of his index finger on a small, circular nub. “That
right there,” She told him softly, “Is the clitoris. The magic spot. Go on, rub
it. Any way you like, just stay in that spot, and you can’t go wrong.”
 
Neville rubbed the nub in small, circular motions, and Narcissa moaned,
spreading her legs further.
 
“Yes, just like that!” She breathed.
 
Neville reached down a bit further, wanting to explore where his cock would be
going very soon, and found her entrance. He pressed a finger in, feeling how
tight she was. For someone who had already had a child, she was very tight.
Although, Neville thought, that may be due to her being an Alpha now.
 
Narcissa hummed. “Go ahead and add another finger.” She said.
 
Neville added a second, trying to stretch her a bit.
 
Narcissa laughed lightly. “That’s not going to do a whole lot; Alphas are known
to be tight. I’m not going to loosen much.” She told him.
 
“I see. Will I hurt you?” Neville asked in worry.
 
“Not at all, no!” Narcissa told him. “If you're worried about that, there’s
really only one way to alleviate that fear. Would you like to get started now?”
 
Neville nodded. “I suppose that would be for the best. Otherwise I'll keep
worrying.”
 
Narcissa smiled and pulled Neville atop her. “Come on, you won’t hurt me. I
promise.” She helped him position himself and stroked a hand down his cheek.
“Go on. It'll be fine.”
 
Neville slid in and sucked in a breath. She was hot, and tight. His wide,
shocked eyes met hers.
 
Narcissa laughed lightly. “It's intense, yes?”
 
Neville nodded, somewhat helplessly. “I don’t think I can last very long.” He
admitted.
 
Narcissa's eyes narrowed. “Well, that's just not on.” She declared. She grabbed
her wand and cast a quick spell. “There. Now your next orgasm is under my
control. You won’t be able to come unless I tell you to.” She said in
satisfaction. “Now, move.” She ordered, smacking him sharply on the ass.
 
Neville chuckled. “Yes, ma'am!”
 
Narcissa wrapped her legs around Neville's waist and held on as he moved,
driving her closer to orgasm by degrees.
 
Neville felt a wave of affection rise up from somewhere deep within him, and
panicked for a second. It was entirely unbidden, and unexpected, not to mention
more than a bit frightening in its intensity.
 
He realized that it must be the influence of the bond, drawing them together.
He looked down at Narcissa.
 
She was lovely, there was no doubt about that. She was refined, had an air of
dignity about her, and had class, to be sure.
 
Neville decided there were worse things in the world than feeling affection for
the person who, for all intents and purposes, owned him, threw caution to the
wind, and accepted the emotions trying to overtake him.
 
Narcissa let out a soft gasp, arched, and clamped down. “Come now, Neville!”
She ordered, and Neville felt his release swamp him, nearly bowling him over in
its intensity.
 
He collapsed on top of Narcissa, who was still clamped around him, and sighed.
“Wow.” He said softly.
 
Narcissa hummed her agreement. “Yes. I’m afraid we’ll be stuck like this for
about twenty minutes or so, so we may as well try to get a short nap before
your heat truly starts in earnest." She advised.
 
Neville nodded and pressed a kiss to her neck. “Yes, Cissa.” He said tiredly.
“That sounds like a good idea.”
 
***** New Clothes *****
“Lucius, I think I need you again.” Harry said softly.
 
Lucius groaned. “I’m getting you toys before next time. Lots and lots of toys.
I’m quite sure I can’t get it up right now.” He said. “Even in Rut, I’m not a
god. Your stamina right now is ridiculous.”
 
Harry eyed Lucius' soft cock in consideration. “Could you cast a cleaning charm
over… Little Lucius? I want to try something.” He said.
 
Lucius sighed and cast a quick cleaning charm.
 
Harry slid down his body and took Lucius' cock into his hand, stroking it a few
times. Nothing. He leaned in and licked the tip of the cock, testing it. The
taste wasn’t offensive, and the cock gave an encouraging twitch. Harry took the
entire tip of it in his mouth and sucked.
 
Lucius flung an arm over his eyes and groaned. “Infuriating little tart. And
you say you've never done this before. I don’t believeyou.” He said in a long-
suffering tone. “You know exactly what you're doing!”
 
Harry chuckled and continued sucking.
 
Lucius tried his best to ignore what Harry was doing. For all that the teen
lacked in finesse, he certainly made up for it in enthusiasm. He was untried,
certainly, but that only made it even better. No one else would ever say they'd
had the Golden Boy's mouth on their cock. Only Lucius could boast of that.
 
Harry sucked until Lucius hardened again, then he pulled off and regarded the
cock, as well as the knot forming at the base. He bent and began licking and
sucking at the knot, then moved back to the cock, taking it in his mouth again.
 
Lucius reached down and grabbed him by the shoulders, hoisting him off his
cock, producing a loud ‘pop’ as the suction was broken.
 
“Hey! I wasn’t done! I wanted to see if I could bring you off like that!” Harry
protested as he was hauled up to Lucius' level and silenced with a fierce kiss.
 
Lucius chuckled as he pulled away and shook his head. “Harry, you would choke
to death on the amount of come an Alpha produces in Rut, and that would be a
terrible shame. If, once this is all over, you want to give that another try,
just say the word, and I will be there. But right now is not a good time.”
 
Harry pouted. “Fine.”
 
Lucius rolled Harry beneath him and nibbled at his mating mark. “But I can fuck
you again, if you want that.”
 
Harry spread his legs. “Yes, that. Do that.” He said eagerly.
 
Lucius positioned himself and slid in easily. Harry was so open, so pliant and
even willing. Lucius knew that most of it was the influence of his heat, but
he'd be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying the experience immensely. If only
Harry could be this accommodating outside of his heat. But there was no point
in wishing for things that were an impossibility, so he’d take what he could
get.
 
Harry was flushed and writhing under him, letting out little whimpers of
pleasure as Lucius hit his sweet spot just so. He was truly a delectable little
morsel, and Lucius had seen the perfect opportunity when they had been
captured.
 
Severus had been wanting to test out the Omega Genus potion he had found in an
old book, and it was pure luck that it had worked, and so quickly, too! The
potion had taken mere hours to brew, and it had done an amazing job
transforming the captives, even if it couldn’t overcome Lycanthropy. They
seriously hadn’t expected it to, but the loss of one werewolf was worth gaining
an Omega for so many Alphas.
 
Lucius quickened his pace, feeling his release hovering just out of reach, and
chased after it with vigour. He felt his knot swelling and gave Harry two more
thrusts, and slammed in, feeling his knot swell, locking them together for the
next twenty minutes. He collapsed onto Harry, kissing the side of his mouth and
cheek, then moving on to his neck. “You are delicious.”
 
Harry chuckled weakly. “I bet you say that to all the pretty Omegas you knot.”
 
“Wouldn't know.” Lucius said lightly. “You're the only one.”
 
“Mm, and keep it that way.” Harry slurred, closing his eyes.
 
Lucius chuckled. “Sleep well, little one.” He said softly, brushing a lock of
hair out of his eyes.
 
*****
 
Hermione sighed, closing the book and resting her chin on the cover as she
thought things over.
 
It really looked like she was stuck with Severus. There were laws in place that
would allow him to defend both her and their bond violently, if necessary (not
that Hermione thought he could win a fight against, say, Lucius Malfoy), and
there were laws that would allow her status if she were to marry him, but
nothing that would allow her any rights without him. Omegas were in a terrible
situation, truly on the bottom of the societal structure, which, to her, seemed
rather like a caste system in ways. There was no getting out of bad treatment
as an Omega without marrying (or mating) higher.
 
She heard the Floo flare to life and turned to look out at the hallway. A few
minutes later, Severus popped his head into the library. “I figured you'd still
be here.” He eyed the book she had in front of her. “Looking for a way out of
my clutches, Miss Granger?” He asked. “I assure you, there is none. On another
note, there are bags and packages for you in your room. You should go look
through them and put things away as you see fit.” He told her.
 
Hermione nodded. “All right. And I wasn’t looking for a way out of this. Not
really. I just wanted to know for sure where I stand now.” She pointed out.
 
“I see. After you put your clothes away, the rest of the day is yours, but I
expect to see you in the dining room for dinner at six. I have a house-elf,
Pippy, please refrain from trying to free her, as you will only upset her, and
when she is stressed, her food quality suffers.”
 
Hermione smiled. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.” She said, getting up and putting the
book away.
 
Severus nodded and smiled. “You're welcome, Miss Granger.”
 
“Do call me Hermione. You make me feel like a schoolgirl when you call me that,
and according to these books, I won’t be one ever again. Besides, we may as
well get used to being familiar with each other. I suspect we'll be very close
in time.”
 
“Very well, Hermione.” Severus said, then turned and left the way he had come.
 
Hermione went to her room and her jaw dropped when she saw all the bags and
boxes on her bed.
 
How much money did Severus spend on her?! There must have been at least one
hundred galleons’ worth of clothes there!
 
She approached the bed and peered into one bag, taking out the crimson dress
robes in it. She sucked in a breath as she realized they were silk.
 
He'd definitely spent too much.
 
Thankfully, the rest of the clothes were in cotton and one cloak in a burgundy
velvet that Hermione was very fond of, despite the fact that it was also far
too expensive.
 
The only exceptions were the underclothes. Panty and bra sets in various
colours, silks and laces all, and Hermione flushed hotly as she envisioned
Severus touching each one, imagining his new Omega in the provocative attire,
probably imagining taking them off of her, as well.
 
She cleared her throat nervously and began putting the clothes away, noting
that she was enticed by the thoughts. Apparently she had a tiny crush on the
man. Either that, or their biology was drawing them together. Either way,
Hermione assumed that her lot in life wasn’t going to be so hard to deal with,
after all.
 
*****
 
Harry opened his eyes and flushed brightly. Lucius was spooned up behind him,
one arm draped heavily over his waist as hot, even breaths blew over the back
of his neck. “Um…” He began nervously.
 
Lucius shifted sleepily. “Hm?” He hummed, fingers gliding over Harry's skin,
ghosting over his navel.
 
“Could you… Maybe… Let me go?” Harry asked.
 
Lucius sighed. “It's over already. Well, it was nice while it lasted.” He
pressed a quick kiss to the back of Harry's neck and got out of the bed. He
snapped his fingers and a house-elf appeared. “Get me my grey trousers, a black
shirt and my crimson robes.” He ordered.
 
The elf popped away and Harry got out of bed, hurrying to the wardrobe. He
pulled out a green shirt, black trousers and was about to pick out a robe when
Lucius called out, “Just that will do for today, Harry. I am calling my tailor
to come by and get you measured for a new wardrobe today. No need for a robe
when you will only be taking it off later.”
 
Harry nodded his understanding and rushed off to the bathroom to get dressed.
 
Lucius watched the pert arse disappear into the other room and sighed.
Apparently Harry's Gryffindorish modesty had made its reappearance. It was too
bad, too. Lucius had quite liked the wanton little thing he became during heat,
all wet and willing. But, like all things, the time for that had come and gone.
He dressed and walked into the other room for breakfast.
 
Mipsy popped in with a tray and bowed. “Did Master and Harry have a good heat?”
 
Lucius frowned. “You're calling my Omega by name?” He asked reproachfully.
 
Mipsy set the tray down and began pulling on her ears. “Harry be asking Mipsy
to, Master! Elves and Omegas are being close in status! Mipsy thought it was
being okay!” She squeaked, in obvious distress.
 
Lucius hummed. “Fine. Go ahead and use his name, I’ll allow it.”
 
Mipsy beamed at him. “Thank you, Master! Mipsy be going now.” She popped away.
 
Lucius checked the tray and found two bowls of porridge and two small plates of
berries, each holding some strawberries and blueberries.
 
Harry came out of the bathroom and flushed at seeing Lucius still in his rooms.
“Er…”
 
Lucius looked him over with a raised brow. “You just missed your biggest fan.
You've asked my elf to call you by name?”
 
Harry shrugged. “I wasn’t expecting her to, but I extend the invitation to all
elves I meet. Not that many take it.” He added.
 
Lucius hummed. “I see. Well, eat. We can call the tailor after and get that out
of the way.”
 
“Right.” Harry sat down and they ate, chatting of inconsequential things,
avoiding talking about the heat altogether.
 
*****
 
“Is all this really necessary?” Harry asked Lucius. The man was sitting in the
chair, watching Harry get poked and prodded and measured.
 
“Yes.” Lucius said simply.
 
The tailor looked up at Harry from where he was kneeling to check his inseam,
and said, “You want to look good, yes? Claude make you look good.” As if that
settled it.
 
Since Lucius was insisting on Harry getting a new wardrobe, it did settle
things, and Harry was left with no other option but to stand there and endure
things.
 
Claude turned around and spoke to Lucius in rapid French, and Harry shivered as
Lucius replied in silken tones. Claude nodded and the quill taking down Harry's
measurements wrote out a few things, then stopped and the parchment and quill
flew into Claude’s hand.
 
“Two weeks for most of it. Three for the cloak and dress robes.” He said.
 
Lucius nodded. “Thank you. I await their delivery eagerly.”
 
Claude nodded back and left the room.
 
“You're just going to let him traipse around your home unsupervised?” Harry
asked in surprise. “With Voldemort here?” He added.
 
Lucius hummed. “Claude knows to stay on the upper floors. He's heading to
outfit Draco and Narcissa's Omegas now. Then he will show himself to the green
parlour, which has a Floo connection to his shop. He is smart enough to know
that he should follow my directives when in my home. The Malfoy family has a
reputation in France, as well. We are well-known for having secrets, and
guarding them zealously. He knows not to pry.” Lucius smiled and patted his
leg. “Perhaps you'd like to come have a seat?” He asked.
 
Harry flushed. “Er, no thanks.” He said.
 
Lucius shrugged. “Well, it was worth a try.”
***** The Way Things Are Now *****
Hermione huffed angrily, pulling her hair off her neck and using the charmed
hair clips Severus had picked up—How in the world did he know to get them,
Hermione wondered—to secure it up, keeping it from making her already hot body
even hotter. She had already undressed to the point of only wearing her
underwear, and though she had to admit that the buttery yellow lace suited her,
she was still ambivalent about the man who had purchased them for her.
 
She was hungry, though, so she had to make a trip to the dining room, and she
was miffed enough to not care about Severus' comfort. She was going in what she
was wearing, because any more clothing would be too hot, and he knew she was in
heat, anyway. He'd made the potion that allowed her to survive it without
taking his knot. She was still over warm and uncomfortably horny, but she was
not sick, and hadn't taken a knot yet in the three days she'd been in heat.
 
She left her room and headed to the dining room. She called for Pippy and
smiled kindly when the diminutive creature appeared.
 
“Master's Omega be calling for Pippy? What can Pippy be doing for Omega?” She
asked.
 
Hermione flushed. “Oh, please, call me Hermione. Could you get me something to
eat? Something light. Perhaps some fruit, or something else cool?”
 
Pippy nodded. “Pippy is knowing just the thing! But perhaps Hermione would like
to put more clothes on? Master should be coming out for breakfast soon.”
 
Hermione huffed. “He'll just have to live with what I'm wearing if he comes out
while I'm still eating.” She said firmly. “I'm too hot to wear any more.”
 
“Pippy understands. House-elves have heat, too. Wes still work during them, but
wes understand the uncomfortableness.” She said, then popped away to get
Hermione's food.
 
Hermione took a seat at the table and waited. She saw the Daily Prophet sitting
in the middle of the table and picked it up. The headline read: Muggleborns
Given Ultimatum: Assimilate or Leave Magical World Behind. She paled and began
to read.
 
She was a third of the way through the lengthy article when Pippy popped in
with a small plate of fruit and a bowl of a cool, greenish soup.
 
“What's this?” She asked, picking up the spoon and trying it. It was refreshing
and had a light flavour to it that was enjoyable.
 
“Cucumber and avocado soup, Hermione. Master takes it with tea on hot days.”
She answered.
 
“It's good. Thank you.” Hermione told her.
 
Pippy nodded happily and popped away again.
 
Hermione read as she ate and learned a few things. One: Fudge was either dead
or just removed from office, because the new Minister for Magic was a man
called Pius Thicknesse. Two: Muggleborns were being given a choice to live in
the Wizarding World as second-class citizens, being relegated to jobs pure- and
half-bloods didn’t want, become an Omega and mate with whatever Alpha wanted
them, or to leave the Wizarding World and live as a Muggle, surrendering their
wands and being unable to return. And three: new Muggleborns were being given
the choice at ten to either leave their family behind and foster with a
Pureblooded family and become a Witch or Wizard, or not even enter the
Wizarding World at all and stay with their family, never developing their
magic.
 
She had just finished the article when Severus emerged from his lab, looking
weary. He passed her by with a nod, then did a double-take and took in her
attire.
 
“Hermione, why are you not dressed?” He asked, twin spots of colour high on his
cheeks.
 
Hermione frowned. “I'm too hot for clothes.” She stated.
 
As much as Severus agreed with that statement, seeing her in her underwear, he
knew that was not what she meant, so agreeing would not be in his best
interests. He nodded instead and took his seat. “I see. I suppose it can be
overlooked.” He inhaled deeply. “You smell amazing, by the way.” He told her.
 
Hermione flushed. “Thank you.”
 
Severus called for Pippy and ordered breakfast, which she had ready. She
brought it right out to him and popped away again.
 
Hermione handed over the newspaper and sighed. “Your Lord wasted no time, I
see.” She said somewhat bitterly.
 
“Waiting is not in his nature, I'm afraid.” Severus agreed. “He acts fast and
decisively.”
 
Hermione nodded. “Is that why you followed him?” She asked.
 
“Follow. Potter has lost, but he managed to avoid death, so I can content
myself with that. I am still a Death Eater, and you would do well to remember
that. But, to answer your question, no. I follow him because I am an outcast
everywhere else. Within his inner circle, I am a comrade. He sees value in me
and, after a few suspect deaths in the first half of the war, the others have
learned not to get on my bad side. It’s not all bad. I have a bit of a
reputation among the others, which has kept me from too many fights. And now I
have you. Keep in mind, had I not picked you, no one else would have, either.
But I saw usefulness in you, so I decided to keep you.”
 
Hermione frowned. “You want me so you can have heirs, don’t you?” She asked
bitterly. “I know why I'm here.”
 
“No, actually.” Severus paused, then backpedalled. “Well, yes, but later. You
are not entirely without Potions talent, and I could occasionally use an extra
pair of hands in the lab, once you have acclimated. It will take some time, but
eventually we will get there.”
 
Hermione stared at him in surprise. “You… Want me to help you. That's not what
I had expected, but I suppose I can. It will give me something productive to
do, which will keep me feeling useful.”
 
“Exactly. I don’t want you to feel like a prisoner here. You are my partner.
You may be lower in status than me, and I may own you, but I do value you. You
are more than a tool for me to use to slake my lusts.” He smirked. “Keep in
mind, I do intend to use you, very well, in fact. But you are here for more
than just that. You have an impressive mind, and I expect you to use it. Help
with my research, start some research of your own—so long as it will not earn
me the Dark Lord's wrath—or find a hobby, I don't care how you choose to do it,
but keep your mind sharp. I admire your intellect, so do whatever you must to
keep it.”
 
Hermione nodded. “I see. That's encouraging.”
 
Severus eyed the Prophet. “Honestly, I’m surprised you chose to read that.
Didn’t it occur to you that the news right now, considering the current
political climate, might serve only to upset you? Why chance it?” He asked.
 
“I needed to know. It was upsetting, but at least now I know I escaped a worse
fate by choosing you. It could have been much worse.” Hermione said.
 
Severus hummed. “Is it really so bad?” He asked.
 
Hermione frowned. “Muggleborns are going to be relegated to the jobs no one
wants, Sir! They'll come into this world only to end up plumbers, or janitors,
or something! They'll have no way to improve their circumstances!”
 
Severus nodded. “True, but they’ll have their magic. And if their marks are
exemplary, they could earn a clerking job at the Ministry. For those
exceptional few, there would be a bit more of a bright future. My Lord wants a
hierarchy with the Pure- and half-bloods given a bit more leeway than
Muggleborns, but it’s mostly to do with the fact that our societies are
structured so differently. He wants to keep the Muggleborns from gaining places
of power from which they could influence our world and taint our ways.”
 
Hermione shook her head. “I don’t like it.”
 
“No one ever said you had to. But you are my Omega, and I hate to put it this
way, but to remain safe, you will have to accept it. The Dark Lord expects you
to be completely subservient to me, and while I do not demand a meek and
cowering Omega, you will follow my lead around others. Accepting the way he is
changing things is all part of that.” Severus said firmly.
 
Hermione's lips pressed together tightly and she nodded. “Fine.”
 
“You are, of course, allowed to speak freely around just me. You only need
censor yourself around others.” Severus told her.
 
“Why does he want us so beaten down?” Hermione asked in a small voice.
 
Severus sighed. “Have you ever heard of Yule? Or Ostara? Or Imbolc?”
 
Hermione shook her head. “No. Why?”
 
“They are traditional holidays for Witches and Wizards, but due to Muggleborns
bringing their own, more commercialized holidays into our world, the Old Ways
are being followed less and less. My Lord is working on bringing them back. He
learned of them by living amongst Slytherins who, as primarily Purebloods,
still celebrated them, either with their families or whilst away at school. He
found the celebrations to be beautiful and full of meaning, and he wants to
preserve that.” Severus explained. “It really is a noble cause, at heart.”
 
“Well, he’s going about it all wrong.” Hermione huffed.
 
Severus laughed softly. “Yes, well, you'll never convince him of that. Now, I
have to return to the lab. Might I suggest a cool bath? It might help relieve
your heat. Of course, release might also help. Just a suggestion.” He said as
he got up and left.
 
Hermione flushed.
 
*****
 
“I have something for you.” Lucius said, smiling widely. “Something I think
you'll like very much.” He added.
 
“What?” Harry asked. He wasn’t so sure Lucius would have any idea what he
liked, but he was willing to give the man the benefit of the doubt for now.
 
Lucius unlocked and opened the door to the hall and a blond blur tore into the
room and rushed Harry.
 
Harry wrapped his arms around Luna and smiled brightly. “Luna! How have you
been?!”
 
“You have one hour.” Lucius said as Draco entered the room. He conjured two
armchairs against the wall and sat in one. Draco took the other. “Then she will
return to her room. If this goes well, you will be allowed further visitations
at our discretion.” He added. “If it does not, visitations will be halted for a
time.”
 
Harry nodded at him to signify understanding, then turned his attention back to
the girl in his arms. “Has Draco been treating you well?” He asked.
 
Luna nodded with a smile. “Yes, very well. And how has your Alpha been? Are you
happy?” She asked him.
 
“Better now. I missed you. I hear Neville's here, too. Have you seen him? Or am
I the first?” Harry asked.
 
Luna shook her head. “I wanted to see you first, silly! Neville will be fine,
he’ll adapt. You are the one I was worried about. How did your heat go?” She
asked.
 
Harry flushed. “Luna, that’s private!” He told her.
 
“Why?” Luna asked, sitting on the floor and patting the spot next to her. “It's
simple biology, and our lives are going to include heats every three months, so
they shouldn't be taboo.” She said pragmatically. “Mine was nice. Draco has a
large knot.”
 
“Luna, is that really necessary?” Draco called from where he was seated,
blushing.
 
Lucius smothered a chuckle.
 
“I'mproud of my Alpha's virility, you should be, too!” She called back.
 
“She's very refreshing. I like her.” Lucius said.
 
“Refreshing. Right.” Draco muttered.
 
“I suppose it was okay. Except for the part where I woke up with an ache in my
backside and rushed off to get dressed with his eyes following my arse all the
way to the other room.” Harry muttered.
 
Luna frowned. “Oh, but didn’t he give you a pain potion? And rub ointment into…
The areas that hurt?” She asked.
 
Lucius coughed. “I gave him a pain potion when he limped his way out of the
bathroom, but he refused the liniment. He didn’t want my hands on him any
more.” He answered.
 
Luna swatted Harry's arm. “Silly! It would have made you feel so much better!
And he’s your Alpha, he's supposed to be allowed to touch you!”
 
Harry shook his head. “Only during heat. I don’t have to get pawed by him at
any other times.”
 
Luna sighed and shook her head. “Harry, you need to learn to just let things
happen the way they will. Life will be so much easier for you if you can do
that.”
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