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  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape, Lucius_Malfoy/Voldemort, Draco_Malfoy/Neville
      Longbottom/Remus_Lupin, Sirius_Black/Original_Female_Character(s), Lee
      Jordan/Fred_Weasley/George_Weasley, Blaise_Zabini/Original_Male_Character
      (Mentioned)
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      Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape, Tom_Riddle, Lucius_Malfoy, Draco_Malfoy,
      Narcissa_Black_Malfoy, Remus_Lupin, Neville_Longbottom, Sirius_Black,
      Ruby_(Original_Character), Ron_Weasley, The_usual_Hogwarts_cast, Various
      others_I'm_probably_forgetting
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      Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Sex_Toys, Crossdressing_(kind_of), Knotting, Knotting
      Dildos, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Mating_Bonds, questionable_morals, Alpha/
      Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Politics_Relating_to_Alpha/Omega_roles, Slash,
      Threesome_-_M/M/M, Scenting, Good_Tom_Riddle, Still_a_dystopia, but_we're
      working_on_that
  Series:
      Part 3 of Omega!verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-29 Updated: 2018-02-25 Chapters: 28/? Words: 53901
****** Crusade ******
by Sablesilverrain
Summary
     Sequel to Claimed.
     Harry and Draco are finally free to spend time with their Alphas, and
     Tom is starting to make his plans a reality. Harry plans to help him.
     How will Tom juggle his plans for Omegas and for Muggleborn children
     without making a mess of one plan or the other?
***** Crusade *****
Harry woke with a start, pressing his hand to his abdomen in trepidation.
 
It was flat, and slightly muscled, instead of round with pregnancy. He let out
a sigh of relief, then smiled. Finally he had managed to See something without
meditation beforehand. Seeing something with no previous preparation was the
last step in the book he was working on. He was ready to move on to “Honing
Your Second Sight.”
 
A soft groan came from beside him and an arm snagged him around the shoulders,
pulling him back down into the nest of blankets. “Hrm. Go back to sleep.”
Severus’ sleep-roughened voice ordered.
 
Harry smiled and wriggled closer, smiling as he snuggled up to his mate.
Tomorrow was soon enough to worry about Seeing and all that it involved.
 
*****
 
“I have to go down into the Chamber today to get the second book.” Harry
announced as he pulled his clothes on.
 
“What second book?” Severus asked distractedly.
 
Harry rolled his eyes. “The one about Seeing.” He said, as though it were
obvious.
 
Severus glanced over at him. “Oh. You’re still trying to do that, are you?” He
asked.
 
“Well, yes.” Harry told him. “The last task in the first book was to let a
vision come naturally, and it took a while, but I had one last night,
completely unbidden.” He flushed. “It was of my first pregnancy.” He added.
 
Severus’ brow cocked. “I see. Well, you have classes to attend to first, but
I’m sure you’ll have time afterward to grab that book. Replace the other one.”
He told the teen.
 
Harry nodded. “I will. I wonder if Tom ever read them.” He mused.
 
Severus snorted. “Doubtful. The Dark Lord has no patience for long, drawn-out
tasks like the ones the first book sets forth. It’s entirely possible that he
tried and got annoyed with it to the point where he quit.”
 
Harry grinned. “Yeah, that sounds like him.” He agreed. “Do you want to come
down with me?” He offered.
 
“To do what? Watch you pore over books I cannot read?” Severus scoffed. “Now,
why would I do that?” He drawled.
 
“I was just wondering. If you don’t want to, that’s fine.” Harry said lightly.
 
“Bring your snake with you.” Severus said firmly.
 
Harry frowned. “Why? The only poisonous one was Dexter, and he’s gone now.” He
pointed out.
 
Severus smirked. “Still, Runespoors are nothing if not perceptive. The two
remaining heads might notice a threat before you do. Better safe than sorry.”
 
Harry sighed. “Fine, I’ll bring them along. I don’t think we’ll run into any
threats down there, though.”
 
They finished dressing and headed toward the Great Hall together.
 
After passing through the doors, they shared a quick kiss, then Severus
continued on toward the Head Table as Harry smiled and took his seat.
 
Most of the Gryffindors were staring at Harry in shock.
 
“Oh, just read the article about the trial.” He snapped at them all. “It will
no doubt explain certain things.”
 
Draco chuckled at the interplay and shook his head. “No doubt it will be
articles. Marcus did say Tom would likely be getting his own article. It’s even
got a fifty-percent chance of getting the first page! Unheard of, when there’s
new news about you, Boy Wonder.”
 
Harry snorted. “Whatever. Shut up and eat.” He shot back amicably.
 
They were eating for no more than a few seconds when the flapping of hundreds
of pairs of wings heralded the arrival of the morning post.
 
Students were eagerly unburdening their owls of their deliveries, the majority
of which were Daily Prophets, and scanning the front page for news about
Dumbledore’s trial.
 
Harry calmly took his and looked over the front page, which read: “You-Know-Who
innocent of all war crimes.” He smirked. That would certainly get people’s
attention. On the same page was the news of what happened to Dumbledore. Harry
turned the page and nodded.
 
“Harry Potter an Omega. Bonded to Severus Snape.” There it was. He hummed and
handed the paper off to Ron.
 
“I assume you want to read this?”
 
Ron nodded. “Yeah. What all made it into the news?” He asked, scanning the
first page.
 
“Tom being cursed by Dumbledore, Dumbledore’s sentence, and on page two, my
being an Omega and bonded to Severus.” Harry answered.
 
Ron winced. “Are you okay with that being out now?” He asked worriedly.
 
Harry shrugged. “Not much I can do, is there? Besides, I’ve got a bond that’s
getting stronger every day. I’ll be fine, I’m sure.”
 
Draco smirked. “So, I’ve always wondered, does Severus focus as intently on his
bed partners as he does his potions?” He asked Harry.
 
Harry smirked back. “If you’re asking ‘does he make my toes curl,’ the answer
is yes.” He shot back at the blond. “And I love every second of it.” He added.
 
Ron made a face and focused his attention on the paper he was reading.
 
Neville chuckled. “You two, eat. You’re going to make poor Ron sick. Look, he’s
turning green.”
 
“Yes, Alpha.” Both teens chorused, turning their attention to their food.
 
*****
 
“So, who wants to stop by the Chamber of Secrets with me?” Harry asked as
dinner was winding down.
 
Dean, Seamus and Draco’s hands shot into the air.
 
Harry chuckled. “Awesome. We’ll go as soon as we’re all done here, but I need
to stop by the Tower first and get Sinister and Centrum. Severus told me to
take them with me.”
 
Seamus frowned. “Why? Without the critic head, it’s not poisonous anymore, is
it?”
 
“No, they can’t hurt anyone now. But still, he says they’re perceptive, and
better safe than sorry, right?” He finished his last bite and looked around.
“Are we all done?” He asked.
 
“Wait for me.” Neville said, finishing his last few bites quickly. “I know I
can trust you, Harry, but Draco’s not leaving my sight until bedtime.”
 
Draco flushed and smiled a bit. “Possessive Alpha.” He muttered good-naturedly.
 
Neville nodded. “And proud to be. All right, we can go now.” He said.
 
The group detoured to Gryffindor Tower, then headed toward the girls’ loo and
everyone but Neville and Harry began to look nervous.
 
Neville shook his head. “No girls still use this. It’s haunted. Come on.” He
said as Harry disappeared inside.
 
Seamus and Dean shared a look, while Draco just trusted his mate and followed
Harry.
 
Once the other two Gryffindors had joined them, Harry had opened the passage.
He slid down, and Seamus and Dean followed.
 
“Oh, Merlin.” Draco whispered, burying his face in Neville’s neck. “Don’t ever
tell Harry, but Parseltongue is hot!” He informed his mate.
 
Neville chuckled. “Noted. So do you think it would get you hot if it were Tom
doing it, or is this a Harry-specific attraction?”
 
Draco hummed. “You know, I don’t know—“
 
“Are you two lovebirds joining us any time soon?” Harry called up the passage
at them.
 
Draco pulled away, bright red, and Neville chuckled.
 
“All right, let’s go join them.” Neville led the way down the passage and Draco
followed.
 
Harry smiled at them. “All right, let’s go.”
 
The group followed Harry into the interior, where the picked-clean bones of the
basilisk remained, and they stared in awe at the skeleton.
 
“Holy—You killed that?!” Dean asked in stunned disbelief.
 
“Yep. Nearly died. Fawkes saved me.”
 
As if summoned by his name, the Phoenix appeared in a bright ball of flame and
flew down to rest on Harry’s shoulder. “Hey, boy.” Harry said happily, running
a hand over his soft and warm feathers. “Guess I’m going to have to learn to
think about you and talk about you without summoning you, huh?”
 
Fawkes trilled at him.
 
“Still, this is good. You’ll be able to bring us all out of here, right?” Harry
asked.
 
Fawkes bobbed his head in agreement.
 
“Alright, I need to return this book and grab another one. You can follow me,
but don’t go into the room I’m going into. You can look inside, but that’s
all.” He told the others.
 
After getting their agreement, he went into the study and replaced the book on
the shelf, grabbing the next one and shrinking it. He put it in his pocket and
turned to the others. “Out we go.” He said lightly, leading the way back out of
the Chamber and letting the others grab onto him as Fawkes flew them back up
the pipe to the girls’ loo.
 
*****
 
Tom finished writing the letter he was going to send to Harry and read it over
once more. It let him know that he was allowed to tell the other Omegas he was
hoping to include in Tom’s plans who they would be working with.
 
“Narcissa.”
 
“Hm?” The woman hummed, looking up from the book she was reading. “Yes, Tom?”
 
“Do you know where Lucius is right now?” He asked.
 
Narcissa pursed her lips. “If I had to guess, I would think he’s in his study.
He spends most of his time there.” She told him.
 
Tom nodded. “Very well. I’m going to go pay him a visit. I have a task for
him.”
 
Narcissa smiled. “Good. He’s been seeming rather bored of late. He could use a
distraction.” She said lightly.
 
Tom got up and headed for the study.
 
He knocked and Lucius bid him enter.
 
“What do you want, My Lord?” He asked, setting down the quill he was using.
 
Tom smiled and took a seat in the chair in front of Lucius’ desk. “I have a
task for you.” He said.
 
Lucius smiled. “What would you have me do?” He asked.
 
“I need you to find out how the Ministry finds out about Muggleborn children
that show signs of magic. I’ll need that if I am to bring them over to our
world.”
 
“I’ll begin making inquiries tomorrow, then.” Lucius told him.
***** The Mastermind *****
Chapter Notes
     I don't know WHAT my problem with this chapter is. I just know that
     SOMETHING about it bothers me. So, here, take it before I tear it
     apart yet AGAIN and start over.
     Hope you like it better than I do.
Harry finished reading the note from Tom and smiled, folding it back up and
slipping it into his pocket. He stood and walked over the where the twins were
seated a few feet down and leaned in between them to speak into both of their
ears at once. “After dinner, you two and Lee need to meet me in the Room of
Requirement.” He told them.
 
Both of them nodded in agreement, and Harry clapped them both on the shoulder.
 
“Good men. Nice chat. See you there.” He finished lightly, then headed back to
his seat. He met Neville’s gaze and smiled. “You and Draco need to come with me
to the Room of Requirement after dinner.”
 
Draco smiled. “News from Tom?” He asked mildly.
 
“Shh! Not everybody needs to know that!” Harry hissed.
 
Draco rolled his eyes. “Yes, now he worries about being overheard.” He
muttered.
 
Neville chuckled softly. “We’ll be there.”
 
Ginny slammed her paper down on the table and stood up. “I can’t believeyou,
Harry! You knew how I felt about you, and you never once told me that you were
even thinking about mating! I thought we were friends!” She shouted at him from
several feet away.
 
Harry looked her way in confusion. “Um, well, we’re really not.” He said
hesitantly, knowing there was no tactful way to break the news to her. “I know
you had a crush on me, and it never really went away, but only Ron and the
twins are friends of mine. Why would I tell you who I planned to be with?” He
shook his head. “You’re not my friend, nor my mother, or my keeper. You’re a
girl with an infatuation, and if you give it time, it will pass. If you let it.
Deep down, you had to know we’d never end up together. You at least knew I was
an Omega. I was always bound to choose an Alpha.”
 
Ginny’s face crumpled, and she rushed out of the Great Hall, crying loudly the
whole way.
 
Ron sighed, shaking his head. “She’ll get over it eventually. Don’t worry,
she’s not a threat.” He muttered.
 
“No hard feelings, Harry!” Fred called out.
 
“Yeah, we never encouraged her crush in any way, and it’s better this way.”
George added.
 
“She might avoid you for good after hearing the news put that way.” Fred added
in a hopeful tone.
 
Harry chuckled. “Well, at any rate, I’m finished.” He looked around at his
friends. “Are we all done?”
 
Draco, Neville and Ron stood, nodding.
 
“So, what did the letter say?” Ron asked as the group headed for class.
 
“I’m to gather the Omegas that I am hoping will help Tom and I lobby for Omega
rights and let them know who the Mastermind behind the plans is. Obliviate them
if they can’t handle it.” He shrugged.
 
Ron nodded. “You know,” He pointed out helpfully, “I think the twins will
surprise you. They’re good people, so they wouldn’t be into torture and
mayhem—well, not the torture part—but as far as the plan to help out Omegas, I
think they’ll be fine helping him out. If he plays his cards right, he may even
get two new, loyal followers. Depending on what his endgame is, of course.”
 
Harry smiled. “See, that’s what I was thinking. How do you think they’d feel
about kidnapping Muggleborns?” He asked conversationally.
 
Ron frowned. “Hm. Not sure there. Is it for a good cause?”
 
“According to Tom, it is. He’s going to do it to keep them safe from
mistreatment and put them with a Pureblood family so they have time while
they’re young to acclimate to our way of life. It makes sense, doesn’t it?”
Harry asked.
 
Ron looked impressed. “Yeah, it really does.” His brow furrowed. “So what was
with all the rape and torture and pillaging?” He asked in confusion.
 
Harry shrugged. “When you’re insane, I guess you just aren’t sure where to
start.”
 
*****
 
“Mr. Longbottom, Malfoy, and Potter please stay after class.” McGonagall called
out as the class put their things away.
 
The three packed up and waited in their seats.
 
The Headmistress walked up to them. “You might not have been aware, but Miss
Granger has been spying on you. She came to me this morning and told me that
Mr. Longbottom and Potter were in danger of being misled by your mates and that
you two,” She indicated Draco and Neville, “Were involved with Mr. Lupin. I, of
course, was already aware of that. I told her to leave you alone, and that even
magical folk do not look kindly upon tattletales. I am leaving the rest of the
matter up to you. I will look the other way if you want to get back at her,
provided you do not cause bodily harm to the girl. I will only be offering this
once. Revenge is not something I am in favour of, but she must learn before she
opens her mouth to the wrong person.” She told them.
 
Harry and Neville shared a look.
 
“We’ll think about it and come up with a lesson she won’t soon forget. Thank
you.” Harry said.
 
“I’ll see you later, boys.” She said.
 
The three teens left her classroom.
 
“What are we going to do about her?” Neville muttered.
 
Harry grinned. “We’ll make her persona non grata in Gryffindor, of course.
After the rest of the house ignores her for the rest of the year, she’ll have
learned her lesson.” He said. “The mental anguish of being so isolated while
surrounded by people will ensure that the lesson sticks.”
 
Draco eyed him with a new level of respect. “That plan is positively
Slytherin.” He told Harry.
 
Harry smiled. “I do have my moments.” He agreed.
 
*****
 
“Alright,” Harry threw himself down on the black couch, in between the twins.
“So, you two,” He leaned forward to shoot a grin at Lee, “And you, of course,
have been told that I know a guy who is looking to improve the Omega laws.”
 
George interrupted. “It’s Tom Riddle, isn’t it?” He asked.
 
Harry blinked at him, stunned into silence, before Draco cut in.
 
“How did you know?” The blond asked in interest.
 
Fred snorted. “Harry keeping a secret from us, not letting on who the
Mastermind behind the whole endeavour is, coupled with his testimony at the
trial? It couldn’t have been more obvious.” He finished, as George and Lee
nodded in agreement.
 
Neville chuckled. “You can’t get one over on the Weasley twins.” He told Harry,
who smiled at him.
 
“I guess not.” The youngest Omega in the room had to voice his assent through
his resigned smile. “You guys are too smart for your own good.”
 
George leaned forward and asked Harry, “So, by signing up for this special
‘Omega’s Rights’ club, are we also joining the Evil Overlord’s Army of Doom?”
He asked.
 
Harry and Neville collapsed in laughter while Draco eyed them with a disdainful
expression. “Honestly, you two, it’s a valid concern!” He told them, totally
unamused by their mirth. He met the twins’ eyes in turn. “No. Joining the Death
Eaters—“
 
“Knights of Walpurgis.” Harry corrected, wiping tears of laughter from his
eyes.
 
Draco rolled his eyes. “The ‘Evil Overlord’s Army of Doom’,” He snapped, “Is
entirely another agreement. You most likely willbe offered a place—if he does
offer, be flattered, it means he likes you—but it will be your choice whether
or not to accept. Harry says he’s mellowed a bit and is no longer in the
business of taking unwilling servants.”
 
“That’s not to say he’s not in the market for more followers; I don’t think
he’d ever say no if you offered your services, but he knows now how to take
‘no’ for an answer.” Harry told them.
 
Lee leaned back and let out a slow breath. “Well.” He turned to face one of his
Omegas, then the other. “I’m willing to help out if you two are. I assume you
two are already planning to assist him?” He asked Draco and Neville.
 
Neville nodded. “Yes. I’m going to use my seat on the Wizengamot to help vote
in the changes he puts forth.” He told the black teen.
 
Lee frowned. “Now, see, my family were never one of the sacred twenty-eight,
nor did we ever gain a Lordship since then. I don’t havea seat to speak of, so
how could I help?”
 
Harry frowned. “I think Tom is reclaiming the Slytherin Lordship. He might name
you as his proxy so that you can add a vote in his favour.” He shrugged. “I
can’t really say for sure, but that seems his most likely reasoning for
reclaiming the seat now.”
 
“Is he really looking into it?” Neville asked in interest.
 
“That’s what the letter said.” Harry confirmed. “He didn’t elaborate on why,
but it stands to reason that he’d hold it in abeyance for an Alpha that didn’t
have a seat to speak of.”
 
Lee nodded. “Of course, with my two entrepreneurs here, I’ll likely make enough
money to earn a Lordship eventually. We just need to get them a shop and I have
to get into the Ministry and make nice with the other Lords there until they
vote me in as a Lord. It’s easy enough to get a title if you have the money.”
He said lightly.
 
“That’s true, but by then the laws should have been changed enough that he can
use his own seat himself. Or we’ll at least be on the way there.” Harry said
happily.
 
“This is going to be fun. What all will our part in this be?” George asked.
 
Harry smiled. “As the Omegas behind the new laws, we’ll be writing them, making
sure there are no loopholes, or the ones there are are ones we want included,
and making sure they’re worded in a way that protects Omegas to the highest
standard the laws protect others. We want to be equal, not just better than we
are now. The endgame is total equality under the law. And all that that
entails.” He said firmly.
 
Draco smiled. “That would be wonderful.” He said softly, then turned to
Neville. “Wouldn’t that be wonderful?” He asked his mate excitedly.
 
Neville smiled back at him. “It would be a vast improvement. I hope we can
manage it. It’s not going to be easy.” He warned. “Those old fuddy-duddies on
the Wizengamot right now are probably going to try and block every law we put
forth. Some are progressive, but most of them are old, stick-in-the-mud Alphas
that are happy with the way the laws are. We’re going up against a lot of rich
and powerful men and hoping to make some change. It will be the biggest
challenge any of us have faced yet.”
 
Harry nodded. “That’s true, but I think we can do it.”
 
“Well, you can count us in.” Fred said firmly.
 
George smiled. “Anything else we can help you with, Lord Potter?” He asked.
 
Harry snorted. “Yes, but not formally. It needs to be kept quiet who started
this, but Hermione has been sticking her nose into mine and Neville’s mating
bonds, and running off to tell Dumbledore what she figured out. McGonagall told
her off, but she says it probably won’t be enough to deter her, so we wanted to
ask for your help making Hermione a social pariah in Gryffindor. Just for the
rest of the year.”
 
Fred smirked. “Oh, we can definitelydo that.” He told the teen.
***** Plans and Portents *****
Chapter Notes
     Tom lays out his plans' first aims for his Alpha, and Harry looks
     into Seeing a bit further.
     Peace reigns for now, but the hassle of trying to pass laws that will
     not have much support looms ever closer on the horizon.
     Enjoy!
‘By this point, you’ve no doubt realized that most life events do not happen
the same way they did in your vision. Minute changes in one’s life will alter
the way a future event will play out, and so visions are not a reliable way to
discover details about one’s future. Instead of looking for small details,
focus on the bigger picture. For instance, instead of trying to find out where
you will be working next, aim to find out what line of work you will be doing.’
Harry frowned and leaned back. “Huh.” Harry said, bemused. “I guess that would
work out better.” He said to himself. He leaned forward and continued reading.
‘Instead of trying to determine the gender or looks of a future child, you
would be better served by using the time to discover what manner of parent you
or your spouse will be, as children are extremely fluid and subject to change
until conceived. Even then, temperament is rarely set in stone.’
 
Harry looked up as Severus entered the room and smiled widely.
 
“Hello, Love.” The Alpha glanced down at the book and frowned. “More Seeing
material?” He asked in mild distaste.
 
Harry chuckled. “Yes, but don’t worry, I don’t intend to end up like
Trelawney.” He teased. “Unless you’re into that?”
 
“Not likely.” The man said shortly.
 
The bulk of the day had been spent moving Harry’s things into Severus’ rooms,
since the news had come out that the two were mated, and school rules stated
that mates were to room together whenever possible, even if it required moving
both mates to a room both could access that didn’t connect to a common room.
The only logical conclusion in this case was for Harry to move in with Severus.
 
Due to Neville and Draco’s mating still being a secret—to the outside world,
everyone in Hogwarts knew by now—they were still sleeping in their respective
dorms, but they were planning to tell Lucius of the bond after the Hogwarts
Express dropped them off. Then Draco would move in with Neville and Remus
formally, and the next school year they would decide how they were going to
deal with their unique arrangement.
 
Severus took the book from Harry’s lap and conjured a ribbon which he used to
mark the page his mate had been on. “No books in bed.” He admonished, setting
it on the nightstand and pushing Harry back to loom over him.
 
Harry smiled. “Then I really shouldn’t have this in bed, either, should I?” He
asked, reaching under his pillow and pulling out the catalogue of Omega wear.
 
Severus kissed him and took the catalogue. “Lingerie catalogues are acceptable.
We can look through them together, after all. It’s a good bonding experience.”
The man said, sliding one hand up Harry’s leg and under the teddy. “Have you
decided on which items you want to purchase?” He asked, leaning in to nibble at
Harry’s neck as he tossed the catalogue onto the pillow beside them.
 
“I—Mm, yes, bite harder—I was looking at the green panties, but they only sell
it as a set, and why would we spend extra money buying a bra I’ll never use?”
Harry asked, then moaned as Severus sucked a bright red mark into existence on
his neck. 
 
Severus pulled away and looked down at his mate with one eyebrow cocked.
“Actually, my beloved, you will get some use out of any bra and panty sets we
buy. When you become pregnant, your breasts will swell. They are flat right
now, but while pregnant, you will end up with, judging from your current lithe
frame, either A cups, or possibly Bs. They will stay until you stop nursing,
but you may wish to keep wearing bras after the swelling recedes, because your
nipples will be slightly more tender afterward, and that will never truly go
away. That’s why they specify the primary gender of the Omega. Males get
smaller cup sizes, and they are padded just a bit, to provide better comfort
for tender nipples.”
 
Harry flushed further. “Great. Just when I was finally feeling like a boy
again.” He muttered.
 
Severus chuckled. “You are still male, but due to your secondary gender, you
teeter on the edge of masculine and feminine, and that will remain a constant
for you, I’m afraid.”
 
Harry huffed. “Also, they have a red set—”
 
“Is this the one with the gold accents?” Severus asked in dread.
 
Harry blushed. “Maybe?” He asked more than stated.
 
Severus sighed in disgust. “You will be buying that monstrosityyourself.” He
said firmly.
 
Harry smiled. “But I can, right?” He checked to be sure.
 
“You can buy it, but you will not expect me to like it. It will be a constant
reminder that I’m mated to a Gryffindor. I try to forget that.” Severus told
him, drawing up the bottom of the teddy and mouthing at Harry through the silk
covering his small cock. “Luckily,” He said around the cock and fabric, “You
don’t act like one all the time.”
 
“Don’t talk with your mouth full!” Harry quipped, yelping when Severus
delivered a sharp nip to the tip of his cock in retaliation.
 
Severus traced the shape of Harry’s cock through the sodden silk and hummed
thoughtfully, before asking, “How fond are you of thesepanties?”
 
Harry tensed. “Very.” He said sternly. “Why?”
 
Severus sighed in resignation. “Then you should take them off, because if you
leave it for me to do, they will not survive the experience.” He warned.
 
Harry’s eyes widened and he quickly stripped off the panties, dropping them off
the side of the bed.
 
*****
 
“Well, I tried to get Fudge onto the topic of Muggleborns and how he finds
them, but it’s proving to be more difficult than I expected it to be.” Lucius
told Tom.
 
Tom frowned. “So it may take some time.” He elaborated himself.
 
Lucius nodded. “I’m afraid so. I will, of course, keep trying, but it might be
best for you to focus on the Omega laws for now.”
 
Tom sighed. “I was already planning to start on them over the summer, but I
need to know who I will be dealing with first, and I haven’t received a reply
from Harry yet.”
 
Lucius snorted. “I wouldn’t be surprised if that bitch blew you off, now that
he’s away from you.” He said.
 
Tom shook his head. “Your mouth is running away from you again. You might want
to look to it.” He gently reprimanded the man.
 
Lucius growled. “That brat.” He corrected himself grudgingly.
 
“Better. You’ll get there yet.” Tom said lightly.
 
“What are you planning to change first, in regards to the Omega laws?” Lucius
asked.
 
“We.” Tom corrected a bit sharply. “We are going to change them. You need to be
as invested in this endeavour as we all will be, or there is no point in it.”
He chided.
 
Lucius narrowed his eyes. “I will decide how invested I am when I see who else
will be joining me in the Wizengamot to vote in these new laws.” He muttered
bitterly.
 
Tom smiled. “Fine, but for now, we only know of Harry, Severus and Lord
Longbottom and his Omega—”
 
“Most likely not.” Lucius cut in. “Draco would have informed me of mating, I
raised him right. He’s a well-behaved, obedient Omega. This leads me to believe
that Longbottom’s Slytherin Omega is one Mr. Blaise Zabini, an Italian boy.
He’ll probably convince Longbottom to move to Italy, where the laws regarding
Omegas favour them. They have many rights, and some privileges specifically
designed for Omegas. I can’t imagine choosing to stay here and deal with the
lesser status one would have to endure after those freedoms.”
 
A frown drew the corners of Tom’s mouth downward for a moment. He shrugged, and
the moment passed. “Well, be that as it may. It’s a shame, I could always use a
strong, young Alpha Lord at my back.”
 
Lucius snorted. “Strong.” He mocked. “My Lord, you give Lord Longbottom
entirely too much credit. That little boy would never be able to contribute to
your cause in any meaningful way.” He scoffed and continued, “Can you imagine
him trying to sway the opinions of the senior members of the Wizengamot on his
own? It’s a laughable concept! For as well as he handled the trial proceedings,
I am certain that is the extent of his abilities in acting the part of a Lord.
He’s young and untried yet. Children, just playing at politics, all of them.”
 
Tom rested his elbow on Lucius’ desk and used his hand to prop his chin up as
he watched the man bluster. Once Lucius’ rant had wound down, he spoke softly
and evenly, “Still, we’re all just children playing at things until someone
gives us an opportunity to prove ourselves, aren’t we?” He asked pensively.
 
Lucius hummed, settling further into his chair. “Well, I am content as long as
I’m not the one stuck holding his hand when he first attempts a foray into his
inherited Lordship. I did my best to groom Draco for a place as an Omega Lord,
and while that rankled, since my heir should have been an Alpha, it was my duty
as his father. I did my job and prepared my son as well as I could for his
place. My duty in that regard is done. Now I sit back and wait for an Alpha
grandchild.”
 
“We seem to have wandered far off-topic.” Tom realized. “My plan, firstly, is
to abolish the old laws designating Omegas as property, and instate a new one
to replace it giving Omegas equal status in the world as that of any Beta. We
would no longer be second-class citizens, but we would not be encroaching on
Alphas’ territory or stepping on their toes. Yet.”
 
Lucius chuckled. “Now, see, if I didn’t know your endgame, I would say that
plan sounds perfectly fine. Only I happen to know you will not stopthere.”
 
Tom smirked. “Ah, but the rest of them have no idea.” He purred.
 
*****
 
“…and I plan to help him. Listen, he’s not that bad! I can explain it better
over summer when I’m back home.” Harry told Sirius. Or, well, his head in the
fire, at any rate.
 
“Harry, I didn’t raise you to spread mayhem—”
 
“Yes, you did.” Harry told the man lightly. “Your exact words were, and I
quote, ‘don’t get caught.’” He smiled. “I’m going to stay behind the scenes
here, it’ll be fine.”
 
Severus came out of the bathroom, dressed for bed. He glanced at the fire and
sneered. “Get out of my fire, Black.” He told the man.
 
“Why should I?” Sirius asked snidely.
 
“Because I intend to sodomise your Godson, with you watching or without, it
makes little difference to me.” The man answered, bending to suck at Harry’s
neck.
 
The teen giggled. “Sev, that was rude! Apologize!” He ordered.
 
Severus pulled away and met Sirius’ appalled face. “I’m sorry, Black, I should
have thought of how that would sound. I should have said, ‘Lord Black, would
you please vacate my fire so that I may make sweet, tender love to your ward?’”
 
Sirius glared at him. “You’re not funny, Snivellus.” He muttered.
 
“Really?” Severus breathed in Harry’s ear so that only he would hear,
“Personally, I think I’m hilarious.”
 
“Okay, time for bed, ending conversation now!” Harry said loudly. “I’ll write
you tomorrow, so expect a letter in a few days, alright? Love you, give Ruby
and Nigel my love, too. Good night!”
 
Sirius reluctantly bid him good night, and Harry rounded on Severus. “Did you
really plan to have sex tonight? I thought we were taking the day off because
you had me up nearly all night last night?”
 
Severus hummed. “No, but seeing his face when I say things like that is just
too good to resist.”
 
Harry laughed. “You’re awful!” He told the man.
 
Severus smirked. “Yes, I am. Now get your shower and join me in bed.”
 
“Oh, I need to sleep skyclad again, for the next week, so I won’t be wearing
any panties or teddies—or anything else—to bed for a while.” Harry called out
as he went into the bathroom.
 
Severus hummed happily. “Then I will set my alarm for an hour early.” He mused,
planning a most pleasant wake-up call for his mate.
***** The Book *****
Chapter Notes
     GISHWHES is wild! I'm almost done with it, and I seem to stand a fair
     chance at surviving the week with what little sanity I possess still
     intact, which is not saying much.
     That being said, this chapter is one of my best, I think, and it will
     show exactly what happens when you overstep your bounds with Severus.
     Enjoy! I hope to have more for you soon!
“So, your Omega seems to have a much more rational endgame than he did the last
time around. What changed?” Fudge asked.
 
Lucius smiled. Here was his opening! “Well, he was insane before, to be fair to
him. He now understands that there are certain lines you can’t cross.”
 
Fudge nodded. “And that’s a very important realization for a leader to make.”
 
“Indeed. He has decided that integration into our world for the Muggleborn
children can best be achieved by a sort of Foster program, where Muggleborns
are placed in magical homes at a young age, and they grow up familiarizing
themselves with our culture and our laws. It is a good choice to stop
Muggleborns from eroding our ways as they have been, of late. Their culture has
changed much, while ours has retained the purity of purpose and the traditions
that make us who we are. There is no reason to let that slip any further. Young
people need to learn to assimilate, rather than try to change us to suit them.”
Lucius finished.
 
Fudge smiled. “Quite, quite.” He agreed. “My senior undersecretary, Dolores, is
quite the Pureblood Supremacist, which is really the only mark on her record.
Otherwise, she is skilled at her job and helps me out a great deal when it
comes to public speaking. She looks over my speech notes and such; I wouldn’t
make it a week without her. But she has quite the cross to bear when it comes
to Muggleborns.” He mourned.
 
Lucius shook his head. “That certainly is a pity. Incidentally, how do you find
out about new Muggleborns? I’ve always been curious.”
 
Fudge chuckled. “Believe it or not, Hogwarts informs us. The Headmaster or
Headmistress guards a self-updating book that lists all the children in our
jurisdiction that display accidental magic. They write out the lists and
invitations for the children, and then when the children are taken for their
school supplies, we are informed of their address so that we can keep track of
any magic used at the residence. It’s a system that works out well for all
involved.”
 
Lucius hummed. “It certainly seems to. Would you ever be willing to try out my
mate’s idea, to see if it works better? He really does think it’s for the
best.” He told Fudge.
 
Fudge frowned. “Perhaps, but really, it’s just better this way for now. No
sense in upsetting the status quo.” He said pragmatically.
 
“I suppose not.” Lucius agreed mildly.
 
On one hand, this would mean that Severus was the one with access to the book;
on the other hand, it meant that he would be given a different task, perhaps
one he felt less willing to do. He couldn’t say no, though, as Tom was getting
more and more… Persuasive with his punishments when Lucius showed reticence,
and Lucius had learned that when one angers the main provider of their
bedsport, one’s balls tended to get awfully blue. And that was never fun.
 
*****
 
Lucius finished looking through the Manor and growled when he didn’t find his
Omega anywhere. He backtracked to Narcissa’s suite and began pounding on the
door.
 
After a few dozen knocks, she opened the door, a look of total annoyance on her
face. “What, Lucius? It had better be important.” She snapped.
 
Lucius blinked in shock. Half of her makeup was removed, and she had clearly
been about to reapply it and change her clothes. “Are you getting naked with my
Omega in your rooms?” He asked, forgetting what he had been looking for his
mate for in light of this new development.
 
Narcissa snorted softly, which for her was the equivalent of rolling her eyes
and telling him, “duh.” “You have no reason to worry, even if I am. I can
hardly rape your Omega, I’m afraid I lack a cock, and he wouldn’t be able to
give me any pleasure, either. That’s what I have Ivan for. Your Omega is
shopping right now, by catalogue. We got home from Penny’s early, so he decided
to look for a few new panties to wear for you. You’re lucky the man is so
tolerant of you. I wouldn’t spoil you as much as he does.” She told him. “I’ll
send him out. You know you’re not allowed in my rooms.” She added, then shut
the door in his face.
 
Lucius fumed silently until the door was opened again by Tom, who smiled at him
as he left the rooms and closed the door behind himself. “Hello, Alpha.” The
man greeted him, leaning in for a kiss and then burying his face in Lucius’
neck to scent him. He pulled away and asked, “What did you want me for?”
 
Lucius grabbed Tom and nuzzled into his neck in return, nipping the skin
lightly. “I found out how the Ministry finds Muggleborns.” He revealed.
 
Tom smiled. “Did you? Excellent work! Let’s go to your study, we can discuss
things there.” He led the way to Lucius’ study and took the chair in front of
the man’s desk.
 
Lucius joined him and took his usual seat, folding his hands and laying them on
the desk. “The Ministry gets their information from Hogwarts. They have a self-
updating book that gives them the names and addresses of Muggleborns as soon as
they display accidental magic.” He told Tom.
 
Tom leaned back in the chair, hands folded as he tapped the tips of his index
fingers against his lips in thought. “Hmm.” He hummed pensively. “I suppose,”
He finally said, dropping his hands into his lap, “I shall have to write to
Harry and have Severus retrieve or copy this book for me.”
 
Lucius smiled. “Why bother waiting? I can go to his rooms right now and ask him
to do so.” He offered.
 
Tom pursed his lips. “Are you certain that’s wise? We don’t want to interrupt
anything, mind.” He pointed out. “I doubt Severus or Harry would appreciate
that.”
 
Lucius snorted. “Trust me, the only one we need to be concerned about is
Severus, and I can always defuse him. I know him well.” He assured Tom.
 
“Just give Harry a wide berth if you have to deal with him at all. He’s more
fiery than he lets on, I can tell. He’s let it peek through in his dealings
with me a few times already.” Tom warned his mate.
 
Lucius waved a careless hand as he headed for the Floo. “I’ll be fine.” He said
nonchalantly, grabbing a handful of Floo powder and heading to Severus’ rooms.
 
He came out to find a fire burning merrily, but no immediate sign of Severus or
his delicious little Omega. Then he heard a peal of laughter come from the
bedroom, followed by a growl and some shuffling. Then there was a yelp, and
more giggling.
 
Lucius’ smirk widened and he headed toward the open bedroom door. He looked in
and saw a naked Harry on the bed crawling away from the door as an equally-
naked Severus crawled after him. The man grabbed Harry by the foot, causing
Harry to squeak in surprise, then flipped him onto his back and began dragging
him by the ankles toward himself. Harry was giggling madly until he spotted
Lucius over Severus’ shoulder and paled, immediately sobering and covering
himself.
 
Severus quickly stiffened and turned around to see what had caught his mate’s
attention. He saw Lucius and a low growl started in his throat.
 
“By all means, don’t stop on my account. I was quite enjoying the show. Your
Omega is lovely, Severus. Truly stunning.” Lucius said lightly.
 
Severus’ body stiffened and he rolled off the bed, eyes bleeding red and fangs
lengthening.
 
Even Lucius wasn’t stupid enough to miss the signs of Alpha Rage showing
through, and he nearly tripped over his own feet attempting to back up faster
than Severus was coming toward him.
 
“Get out of my rooms!” Severus growled, pointing to the fireplace. “If you come
back without prior permission, it will be the last thing you ever do!” He
snarled, holding himself back from actual violence with iron willpower and the
thought that Harry didn’t need to see that more primitive, violent side of him.
It was better if his mate never saw that side of him, but he knew that
eventually it would happen.
 
Lucius spilled out of the Floo in his study, pale and trembling.
 
“I think you should send Harry a letter.” Was all he said to Tom before sitting
down heavily.
 
Tom shook his head and sighed. “Stupid Alpha.” He muttered.
 
Lucius heard him, but forced himself to not react, because, at least this once,
Tom was right. Lucius knew Severus had a reciprocal bond, so he should have
known better than to look upon his naked mate. Mating bonds were tricksy,
reciprocal bonds even more so.
 
So yes, stupid Alpha, indeed.
 
*****
 
Harry opened the letter, knowing by the heavy, expensive stationary used that
it was from Tom, and started reading.
 
Within moments, it was clear why Lucius had been in Severus’ rooms three days
ago.
 
“Oh.” Harry whispered. He looked up at Severus and poked at the bond to get the
man’s attention. When Severus looked his way, he sent a few thoughts.
 
‘Tom found out that Hogwarts is where Muggleborns are found for the first time.
He wants to know if you would be willing to either steal or copy the self-
updating book in the Head’s office. If you don’t, he’s asked me to, and I’m
totally willing.’
 
Severus frowned at that. ‘Fine.’ He sent back. ‘I’ll see what I can do.’
 
‘Great!’ Harry enthused. ‘I’ll write him later today and let him know.’
 
‘On another, totally unrelated note, there is something you’ll want to see in
the Owlery. Join me after breakfast and I’ll show you something interesting.’
Severus told Harry.
 
‘Okay.’ He told the man lightly. If there was something going on in the Owlery,
it probably meant that Vinculum was involved in some way.
 
After breakfast he poked at the bond again.
 
‘Give me a moment, Love.’ Severus sent down the bond. ‘Meet me in the Entrance
Hall.’
 
Harry left the Great Hall and waited for his mate.
 
Severus met him and smiled. “Let’s go. This will make your day.” He said
conspiratorially.
 
Harry frowned, but followed him.
 
When they got to the Owlery, Severus stopped in the doorway, blocking Harry
from entering. “I found out about this two days ago, when I came up here to
send Vinculum in to the editor of ‘Potions Quarterly’ with a letter. He refused
to move, and I realized that he was sitting on a nest. I found out yesterday
whose nest it was.” He said, then moved aside.
 
Harry went in and Severus pointed out the nest—which Hedwig was sitting on.
 
Harry smiled widely. “Oh, sweet girl, you’ve got eggs?!” He asked happily. “I
bet those babies are going to be adorable!” He turned to Severus. “You’re sure
they’re Vinculum’s?”
 
Severus chuckled. “If they weren’t, my owl would never have sat on them.”
 
“I guess both of us have a knack for worming our way into the most guarded
hearts there are, then.” He turned back to Hedwig. “You come and get me when
those eggs hatch, girl. I want to see your babies right away!”
 
Hedwig hooted and ruffled her feathers. Vinculum flew down and landed on
Harry’s shoulder, nuzzling him.
 
Harry reached up to pet him. “Be good to my girl, Vinculum. She deserves the
best.” He said firmly.
 
Vinculum nibbled at a strand of his hair, then hooted and flew up to sit near
the nest.
 
Severus looked at Harry in surprise. “He never reacts that way to anyone.” He
said. “What have you done to my owl?”
 
Harry shrugged. “According to Draco, I tamed him. He likes me. It’s a gift.”
 
“A rare one, coming from him. Come, Love, let’s get back into the school proper
and you should head to your first class. You have twelve minutes to get there.”
 
“Right. Can I have Ron join me and Draco for homework?” Harry asked.
 
“Why are you asking my permission?” Severus asked suspiciously.
 
Harry grinned. “Because we’re going to do it in our room. Draco has a standing
invitation, and I live there now, so Ron is the only one that needs to be
cleared first.” He said brightly.
 
Severus sighed. “I suppose that is acceptable. Do not let him know the
password, and he is not to enter our bedroom, but he can join you to work. Keep
in mind, you must all stay on task, or I shan’t let you invite him anymore.” He
warned.
 
Harry grinned. “Duly noted. And thanks.” He brushed a kiss over Severus’ cheek
and ran toward his first class.
 
Severus shot a glare at the first-year that had stopped to goggle at him
receiving a public display of affection so nonchalantly, and the student paled
and hurried away. Severus smirked in satisfaction, turning on his heel, robes
billowing around him, and headed for the dungeons.
***** Telling Daddy Dearest *****
Chapter Notes
     You will notice two things this chapter:
     1) there is a missing sex scene (bondage and everything), but I was,
     sadly, not in a sex-writing mood when that came up, so the scene was
     passed up, I may or may not find a way to fit some bondage in
     somewhere else to make up for it.
     2) There is a large time jump (two months) that skips a heat and not
     much else. I felt that adding a bunch of filler chapters to cover the
     time would just be tedious busywork, so time skip won out. You didn't
     miss anything but sex, which is plentiful in this fic already.
     That being said, enjoy the chapter, and let me know what you think.
     (FINALLY, the plot is moving along briskly again!)
“Honestly, Severus, I’m glad you’ve brought this up. I was going to ask Filius,
at first, but he’s so non-threatening, I wondered if he could keep the students
in line. Personally, I don’t think he can, but I needed to submit an owl today
telling them my choice, or it won’t reach them in time and the Ministry will
appoint someone themselves, and I prefer my deputy Head be someone I can get
along with well.” McGonagall told Severus.
 
Severus frowned. “Deputy Head? Minerva, I was curious as to your workload, I
never stated I wanted to be Headmaster!” He protested.
 
McGonagall hummed with a smile. “Talk it over with Harry, of course, but let
him know I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer.” She said lightly. “Now, I have
classes and interviews to fill my spot today, so let’s leave the office.
Tomorrow I will probably have time to show you a bit about what the role of
Head of a school entails.” She said briskly.
 
Severus left the room, gritting his teeth and silently cursing the Dark Lord.
 
*****
 
“How did it go?” Harry asked as he slipped into bed.
 
Severus snorted. “If you hadn’t spent all evening with Draco and Weasley, you’d
already know.” He snarked at Harry.
 
Harry just smiled and cuddled closer, tangling his legs with the man’s. “Yes,
but I got all my homework done, so let me hear how you did today.”
 
Severus sighed heavily. “She took my asking after her job as interest in the
position, and she’s decided I’m going to be her deputy Head, and will take over
the position when she either dies or steps down. She refuses to take no for an
answer.” He told his mate wryly.
 
Harry sat up, sheets pooling around one hip. “Oh, but that’s a great idea!” He
enthused. “We can buy a house in Hogsmeade, near Draco and Neville and Remus!”
 
Severus groaned. “Will I never escape this school?” He moaned mournfully.
 
“Probably not.” Harry answered honestly. “But look at it this way: as
Headmaster, you won’t have to deal directly with students nearly as much. And
then, it’s usually to punish them for something. You like that, right?”
 
Severus growled and rolled over to loom above Harry. “I’ll show you what I
like.” He purred, then leaned in to claim Harry’s lips.
 
Harry hummed into the kiss happily, wrapping his arms around Severus’ neck. He
giggled when the man pulled away and warned him, “You probably shouldn’t be
doing that with any other students. Just some friendly advice.”
 
Severus slid down Harry’s body and buried his face in the teen’s groin,
inhaling deeply. He then raised his head and asked, “Is this alright? It’s very
intimate, too intimate for some people. Does it bother you, or..?”
 
Harry spread his legs further and smiled widely. “I like it. You can scent me
wherever you want. Like you’ve said before, every part of me is yours.”
 
Severus let out a pleased rumble and bent to inhale again, following the action
with a nip to Harry’s covered cock.
 
Harry buried his hands in Severus’ hair and tugged gently. “Stop teasing. If
you intend to fuck me, get to it! You can take your time another day.” He told
the man.
 
Severus chuckled. “Fine. How do you want me tonight?” He asked Harry.
 
Harry grinned. “Well, if I get to pick, you could tie me up…”
 
“I think I like that idea.” Severus agreed.
 
*****
 
Two months later…
 
“And this,” McGonagall hefted a large, dusty tome onto the desk and opened it,
“is Hogwarts’ best-kept secret, and the entire reason I hesitated at first to
ask you to take the position. But Albus told me when Tom found out about you
spying, so there’s no reason to worry anymore. This book,” She opened it to the
last page and pointed out the most recent entry, “updates itself every time a
Muggle child demonstrates magic for the first time.”
 
Severus read what she was pointing out. “Maggie McAllister, age 3, 89 Fern 
Hill Road, London. This is amazing.” He breathed. “The spell work it must have
taken to make this, and the fact that it still works..!” He shook his head.
“How old is this book?” He asked.
 
McGonagall smiled. “Well, see, we’re not exactly sure. It’s been here for as
long as anyone can remember, and every Headmaster or Headmistress has watched
over it, ensuring that it did not fall into the wrong hands. If a certain child
is ever in danger, their name will turn red. You can ask the book to give you
more detailed information on the child, and it will give the child’s current
state of health and a more accurate address, down to which bedroom the child is
housed in, letting you send a letter, if necessary, to the local authorities to
perform a well-check on the child. Albus overlooked this safeguard all too
often.” She shut the book with a loud thump and stared sternly at Severus over
her spectacles. “Something I’m sure you won’t do.”
 
“I will keep an eye on it.” Severus promised.
 
“Good.” McGonagall put the book in the second drawer down on the desk and
turned to the bookshelf against the wall. “Well, most of these books are mine,
but some of them were donated to the school by students who needed them for a
project and had to order a copy, but already had one at home or just didn’t
want it anymore. We’d normally put them in the library, but these would need to
go in the restricted section, and there is no room to spare there until a book
is lost or destroyed. Then, one of these will be moved there.” She told him.
 
Severus nodded. “That is understandable.”
 
“That’s enough for today. You’d best spend the rest of today and tomorrow with
Harry, he’s bound to miss you over the summer.” McGonagall said with a smile.
 
“Thank you. I’ll see you at dinner.” Severus told her, then left the office.
 
He found Harry lying on the couch, bare feet kicking in the air behind him as
he wrote in his correspondence book to the twins.
 
“How are the Twin Terrors?” He asked curiously as he stripped off his teaching
robes and unbuttoned the white linen shirt he wore under it.
 
“They’re good.” Harry answered, not looking up. “They wanted to know if you’d
be coming to my next birth-“ His words cut off as he glanced up, then raked his
eyes over the bared chest displayed so openly. “Uhm… What?” He asked, having
totally lost his train of thought as a much more X-rated train knocked it clear
off the tracks.
 
Severus chuckled. “Perhaps. I’ll inquire as to my welcome sooner to the date
with Black. If he can stomach me for your sake, I will be there. Otherwise, I
will send a gift via Vinculum, as I do every year.” He took his usual seat and
grabbed a Potions Journal he hadn’t finished perusing yet. Without looking up,
he added, “And roll your tongue back into your mouth, you just finished your
heat yesterday. What is our rule?”
 
Harry sighed sadly. “No sex a week before or after. Are you sure?” He ventured.
 
“Quite. You’ll have another heat after the year starts up in September, you’ll
survive until then.” Severus said mildly, his barely-there smile making an
appearance. Truthfully, he was very flattered that Harry found him so
desirable, but there was no sense in overindulgence of the flesh. He knew that
it was best to pace oneself with a new partner, to keep sex from becoming
doldrum, or a chore, and since he and Harry were forever, there was more than
enough time for sex later.
 
“Oh, well. Did you learn anything new from McGonagall today?” Harry asked.
 
Severus hummed. “She finally showed me the book in question, and I got to touch
it long enough to get a feel for the spells on it. I should be able to
duplicate it by summer’s end, and I can send it to My Lord via Lucius.” He told
Harry.
 
Harry’s toes wiggled, and Severus had been with him long enough to discover
that his toes wiggling meant he was excited about something, but was trying not
to voice it.
 
“What, brat? Are you looking forward to moving My Lord’s plan forward?” Severus
asked.
 
Harry flushed, but nodded. “I don’t want any more magical children to be hurt
like I was. Or… Worse.” He whispered.
 
Severus nodded. “I’d expect no less from you. You have a truly charitable heart
that holds too much love for one person. You get that from your mother.” He
told the teen.
 
Harry smiled, seeing that as the compliment it was.
 
“Now, you have a Potions project this summer? You won’t get the extra credit if
you have no viable sample by the time you get back from summer holiday. No
sample, no credit. Best get started on practicing the brew you selected. Keep
in mind, not everyone is given this opportunity. Don’t tell the rest of your
class.” Severus warned.
 
Harry nodded and got up, running into the bedroom to put on socks and grab his
shoes, then heading to the lab to get started on the potion he was going to try
to brew correctly early.
 
*****
 
Draco and Neville stepped off the Hogwarts Express together, hand-in-hand, and
headed toward Lucius and Narcissa.
 
“Draco.” Lucius said coolly, eyeing Neville with disdain. “And young Lord
Longbottom? A new friend of yours?” He asked.
 
Neville straightened as much as he was able and shook his head. “I’m his mate,
Sir. I hope we can reach an accord concerning Draco and his continuing care. I
promise to treat him well.” He spoke evenly, holding out a hand to the man.
 
Lucius narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze to Draco. “Surely not?” He asked
silkily. “Draco, tell me you didn’t let this boy claim you?”
 
Neville realized he was not going to get to have an easy transfer of power over
Draco, and dropped his hand. It was going to be messy.
 
Remus appeared a few feet away, at the Apparition point. He quickly assessed
the situation and decided from the look on Lucius’ face that Neville was in
need of a bit of help. He strode over and wrapped an arm around Draco’s waist,
pulling the blond into a kiss. “Hello, love.” He turned to Neville and dropped
a kiss onto his lips as well. “How are things going?” He asked, glancing at
Lucius. “No trouble, I hope?”
 
Lucius sneered at the man. “And who are you?” He growled.
 
Remus smiled genially. “Remus Lupin, your son’s second mate.” He held out a
hand.
 
Lucius turned an especially vibrant shade of red as he gritted his teeth. “I
see.” He turned and snarled at Draco, “I’ll send an elf with your things. Tell
you mother your address. I’m quit of you.” He strode away, not looking back,
and Apparated away.
 
Narcissa smiled and held out her hand to Neville. “It’s a pleasure to make your
acquaintance, young Lord Longbottom. And you as well, Mr. Lupin. It looks as
though you are treating my son well.” She said happily.
 
Neville smiled widely at her. “Yes, Madame. I am the type to spoil those I
love, and both Remus and Draco fall under that category. I will never let him
come to harm. I promise you that. He is protected by both Remus and myself.
We’ll treat him right.”
 
Narcissa nodded. “Good, good. Your address?” She asked Draco.
 
Draco gave her the address. “After a few days, you should visit. Just check
first, because we may be painting. The whole house is going to be redone.” He
explained.
 
“I see. I’ll be in touch, Darling.” She gave him a hug and kissed his cheek.
“I’m happy for you.” She whispered in his ear.
 
Draco smiled as he watched her go.
 
At least one parent could be happy for his good fortune.
***** Tom Comes Calling *****
Chapter Notes
     I had PLANS for this chapter, but then I started writing, and this
     happened.
     We DISCUSS Lucius' temper tantrum, we don't SEE it.
     Whatever. The chapter wrote itself, so I'm not going to complain. I
     might be doing updates every two or three days again, at least for a
     while.
“We need to have a serious talk about your loyalties and alliances, Young Man.”
Sirius said immediately upon seeing Harry disembarking the train.
 
Harry nodded. “All right.” He said evenly. He knew that nothing Sirius had to
say would sway him from his course, but the man deserved to say his piece, and
he wouldn’t rest until he felt he had been heard.
 
Sirius smiled and clapped a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “That’s my boy! There’s a
new Muggle place a few blocks from the house; we’ll be fairly anonymous there,
if a bit smartly-dressed.” He grinned. “Stow your robe and you’ll be fine.”
 
Harry took off the robe and out it in his trunk, which Sirius shrunk for him,
and they headed out.
 
They kept a stream of small talk going, mostly Harry talking about his year and
Sirius asking the occasional question for clarification. When they got to the
restaurant and were seated waiting for drinks, Sirius took a deep breath.
 
“Harry, are you allying yourself with the wizard that killed your parents?” He
asked solemnly.
 
Harry made a face. “Yes and no. I’m allying myself with the man who has
apologized for that, and has a good plan to make things better for everyone.”
He said.
 
“You can’t trust Slytherins, Harry. They’ll lie straight to your face, turn
around, and forget you even existed in order to fulfil their goals.” Sirius
said in a harassed tone.
 
Harry went very still. “Are you sure that’s the argument you want to make?” He
asked quietly. “I’m mated to a Slytherin, and I’d trust him with my life.” He
cocked his head. “As a matter of fact, he’s vowed never to lie to me.”
 
Sirius sighed. “This isn’t the kind of alliance you should be looking into.
Think of what it will do to your reputation if he reneged on the deal you
have!”
 
Harry shrugged. “All my help is going to be behind the scenes. No one will know
but those that have to. Besides, wasn’t it you who told me when we went to get
my Lordship ring that no one can tell me what Lord Potter should or shouldn’t
do but me? If it’s really my choice, let me make it for myself.”
 
Sirius was silent as the waiter arrived, mulling over what Harry had said as
they placed their orders.
 
After the waiter left again, Sirius asked, “What exactly is your deal with
him?”
 
Harry smiled. “He wants to change the laws regarding Omegas and make them
better for us. That’smostly what I’m helping with. He also wants to bring
Muggleborns into our world as soon as they show signs of magical ability, and
foster them with Pureblooded families. I probably can’t do much to help him
there, but I agree that it’s a sound idea, and it would help a lot.” He told
the man.
 
Sirius gave him an exasperated look. “Harry, that’s kidnapping.” He said
wearily. “You can’t just go around stealing kids.”
 
“Tom said he’d replace them with orphans from Muggle orphanages and cast a
little spell to make the family he left them with think that was always their
child. It’s a good plan.” Harry said lightly.
 
Sirius frowned. “Well, I suppose.” He reluctantly agreed. “But still, you
should only let him use your name in things you really believe in, because it’s
easy for things around powerful Wizards to get misconstrued.”
 
Harry nodded as their food came. “I’ll take that under consideration, Siri, but
for now, what’s done is done. In time you’ll see that I know what I’m doing.”
He assured the man.
 
“I suppose I don’t have much of a choice but to trust you and hope it all turns
out for the best.” Sirius said resignedly.
 
Harry smiled. “It will.” He said simply, then changed the topic to much lighter
ones.
 
Sirius allowed the conversation to be steered away as they ate.
 
*****
 
There was a knock at the door, and Draco paused, cocking his head.
 
Remus set down his paint roller and stretched. “I’ll get it. You two keep
going.”
 
“I wonder if it’s Mother? She said she’d call before visiting, but it’s
possible she forgot.” Draco mused.
 
Neville took the sponge he was doing the detailing with, wet it with more
paint, and lunged forward to leave a small, green leaf design on Draco’s cheek.
“Paint.” He ordered at Draco’s offended glare.
 
“Stupid pushy Alpha.” Draco muttered, wiping at the leaf and creating a smear
across his cheek that met his hairline.
 
Neville smiled widely and kept his mouth shut, turning back to the wall and
continuing to add leaves every few inches.
 
Draco had wanted to paint the bedroom a deep green whilst Neville and Remus
favoured a buttery-yellow shade, so they had compromised: the base coat was the
yellow Neville and Remus had agreed on, and they were adding green leaf
detailing to the walls and finishing it with green trim.
 
“Draco, Neville, it’s for you!” Remus called out.
 
Draco and Neville sat down their implements, sharing a quizzical look, and left
the room. Who would be asking for them both?
 
Draco came to the door first and saw his mother there with what could only be
the Dark Lord at her side. Draco stopped short and stared.
 
Neville smiled and walked over to them, subtly placing himself between Draco
and Tom. “Hello. To what do we owe the pleasure?” He asked.
 
Tom smiled in return. “We had some free time and I decided I should meet Draco.
Since we will be working together soon. We should know one another better than
we do.”
 
“I see we interrupted painting.” Narcissa cast a quick cleaning charm on Draco,
cleaning off the paint smear. “How are things coming along?”
 
“Very well.” Draco answered. “So, we should get more comfortable. We have a
loveseat and two chairs over this way.” He headed into the sitting room. “Come,
sit and we can talk.”
 
He sat on the loveseat, and Remus and Neville took their customary seats on
either side of him.
 
Tom and Narcissa each took a chair and Tom smiled at Draco, trying to put the
young Omega at ease.
 
Neville was guarded, but as long as Tom didn’t seem to be making any
threatening moves or statements, he was willing to offer proper Pureblood
hospitality.
 
“First of all, Draco, I wanted to give you a gift. It’s a belated birthday gift
that I couldn’t send to you at school, for obvious reasons. Ellie!” She called
out.
 
A small house-elf popped into the room. “Mistress Cissa has called for Ellie?”
She asked in a high, piping voice.
 
Narcissa smiled at her. “I did, yes. This is Draco, my son. You will be his
personal elf. I’m sure the other two will give you orders as well, but anything
Draco asks of you will take priority. He is your new Master. Be good for him.
He is a good Master. Nothing like his father.” She finished.
 
Draco sat up straighter. “You’re giving me a house-elf?” He asked. “I thought
Father said I’d get one on my sixteenth birthday. I’ve only just turned
fifteen!” He said in confusion.
 
Narcissa scoffed and waved a hand. “You’re old enough for an elf. Besides, she
is a descendant of the Black family elf I brought with me as part of my dowry.
Lucius has no idea she’s had two elflets, and they are bound to me.”
 
A tingle washed through Draco’s body and he shivered.
 
Narcissa smiled. “And now Ellie is bound to you.” She raised a brow. “Test out
the bond. She should obey you easily.”
 
Draco cleared his throat. “Ellie, bring a tea service for five. Use the cups
with the blue flowers on them, and use Earl Grey for the tea.” He ordered.
 
Neville placed a hand on his knee, and added quietly, “Please.”
 
Draco called out, “Please.”
 
Tom leaned forward as the elf quickly assembled the tea service in the kitchen,
working quickly. “I understand that you and Harry probably haven’t discussed my
plans in any depth, so the main point of this visit is to allow you to ask any
questions you may have for me in an informal setting, where there is no
pressure on either of us to make a point to save face.”
 
Draco nodded and Ellie came into the room, setting the tray down on the table
between the couch and chairs. “Thank you, Ellie.” Draco said, earning a squeeze
on the knee from Neville, letting him know the Alpha was proud of him without
him voicing it. No one but the two of them would notice the small interplay.
 
They fixed their tea and Draco eyed Tom. “How did my father take the news about
my mates, first off. And is he still very angry?” He asked warily.
 
Tom rolled his eyes. “That man!” He snapped. “He was livid, and he ranted all
night, and he blew up that Ming vase your mother likes in the entryway!” He
told Draco.
 
“Twice. He proceeded to blow it up again after you went to bed for the night.”
Narcissa said lightly.
 
“He’s as classy as a mountain troll when he’s angry, I’m afraid. Can’t take him
anywhere. But I’m working on him, and by the time you come by the Manor to help
write the laws we’ll be changing, he should be better. Not perfect, by any
means, but eventually, he’ll come around. You shouldn’t need to interact
directly with him for some time, anyway.” Tom assured him.
 
Draco nodded and sipped at his tea.
 
“You, on the other hand,” Tom said to Neville, “Will be interacting directly
with Lucius. He thinks you’re some weak little child that will bend to the
first real threat that steps in their path.”
 
Neville’s eyes narrowed. “Does he, now?” He asked silkily. “Don’t worry, he’ll
learn quickly enough why I sorted Gryffindor. There’s not a threat in the world
I’m not willing to face if it will benefit me or those I love.” He turned a
tender gaze on his Omega. “And I love Draco very much.”
 
Draco flushed happily. “How are we going to go about changing the laws?” He
asked. “The changes we want to see are pretty major, aren’t they?” He pointed
out.
 
Tom chuckled. “Small steps will add up. First, we’re going to raise the minimum
sentencing for raping or killing an Omega to the same for raping or killing a
Beta. That will give us the protection we need to come out of the woodwork and
start living on our own terms, rather than hiding away behind our Alphas. Then,
we will work on getting the right to vote as a member of the Wizengamot if we
inherited a seat, or to serve as a proxy if we are chosen. When we’ve done
that, we will work on passing laws that pardon any crimes committed by an Omega
due to their Alpha’s orders. After that, we’ll see what else needs to be done,
but the most pressing things will be taken care of.” He said.
 
Draco frowned. “It will be difficult.” He told Tom.
 
Narcissa smiled. “He’s aware, Dear, and it looks like your young man is already
anticipating an uphill battle, if the glint in his eye is any indication.”
 
Neville grinned at her. “Oh, I’m eager to go up against those old Alphas and
try to talk them around to my way of thinking. I know it can be done, and I
should be able to do it.”
 
Draco smiled widely and cuddled up to him. “I love my Alpha.”
 
Neville hugged him. “And your Alpha loves you. Now go cuddle your Werewolf,
it’s hard to be bloodthirsty when you have a beautiful Omega giving you heart-
eyes.” He teased.
 
Draco smiled and moved to sit in Remus’ lap. “So, I approve of your plans for
the laws. What exactly were your plans for Muggleborns?”
***** A Birthday Surprise *****
Chapter Notes
     Took me a while to get this out, but we have something big happening
     next chapter, so I wanted to lead up to it properly. You'll know
     what's going to happen by the end of this chapter, and I hope you're
     all as excited for it as I am!
“Yo, I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want!” Harry sang.
 
“So tell me what you want, what you really, really want!” Ruby responded from
the parlour where she was dressing Nigel.
 
Harry stopped short and jogged over to the doorway. “You listen to Muggle
music, too?” He asked curiously.
 
Ruby laughed. “Well, with how loud you play it most of the day, I have little
choice. The music you listen to isn’t awful, though, so I have no complaints.”
She finished evenly.
 
Harry grinned. “You like the Spice Girls.” He said.
 
“Is that who sings that? They’re pretty good.” Ruby responded. “Do you have a
cassette player?” She asked.
 
Harry nodded. “There’s one on my radio, the one Mr. Weasley got to run on
magic. I don’t have any cassettes for it, though.” He told her.
 
Ruby smiled. “You have a birthday coming up; that may change.” She told him.
 
Harry grinned. “I’d really like that.”
 
“There’s a music store not too far from the house; I suppose Nigel and I can go
there today. Let Sirius know where I’m at when he finally emerges from his
study, will you?” Ruby asked, picking Nigel up and grabbing her purse. “I’ll be
back in a few hours. Be good.” She told him, heading for the door.
 
“I will.” Harry promised, then headed for the fireplace. He was going to call
Ron and see if he could come over for the day.
 
*****
 
Harry swallowed his last dose of Heart’s Desire and snuggled into bed, hoping
the potion would still be effective after two years.
 
He closed his eyes and fell asleep easily, coming to in Severus’ bed. He flung
out a hand to search for the man, only to meet cold bed sheets. He sat up and
blinked bleary, wondering where his mate was. He heard soft singing coming from
outside the room, so he slipped out of bed and grabbed Severus’ spare dressing
gown, putting it on as he padded out of the room. He saw Severus standing in
the doorway of his old room, holding…
 
Harry smiled widely as he watched the man singing to what could only be their
child. He padded closer and laid his head against Severus’ shoulder, smiling
down at the baby. It was fighting sleep valiantly, but its eyelids were
drooping and it was clear that sleep was imminent.
 
Severus sang until the baby was asleep, then walked over to the crib that was
in the room and laid the baby down, casting a charm over it. “He’s going to be
a handful, I think. If this is what he’s like when he’s older, I see a lot of
sleepless nights in our future.” He said wryly.
 
Harry smiled at him. “He’s beautiful, though.” He said softly.
 
Severus smiled and shut the door. “Good night, Ian.” He said quietly as he
walked away from the door and headed back to bed.
 
Harry slipped into bed and cuddled up to his mate.
 
“I was trying to let you get some more sleep.” Severus told him before rolling
over to loom above him. “You’ll need to be well-rested for your Apparition test
tomorrow.” He leaned in and kissed Harry. “Go to bed.” He ordered, settling
down next to Harry.
 
Harry hummed, wrapping his legs around one of Severus’. “Yes, Alpha.” He said
happily, settling back down to sleep.
 
Severus wrapped an arm around him and drew him in close, and Harry easily
slipped back into sleep.
 
*****
 
Harry woke to Hedwig hooting madly from her cage, and he got out of bed to see
what was wrong. He saw that she had gotten off the eggs—which were certainly
taking their sweet time hatching—and one was cracked.
 
He was about to panic, when the egg wiggled, and the crack widened. “Oh!
They’re hatching!” He said in excitement and was watching raptly when there was
a tapping on his window. He let in both Vinculum and Errol and quickly returned
to the cage while Errol caught his breath.
 
Vinculum flew over and watched the eggs with Harry, holding out a letter until
Harry took it.
 
He read it and smiled. Severus would be coming for his birthday, but only for a
short while, and he was doing it under protest. He sent off a Patronus to let
Severus know that his worry had been, like the man had suggested, unfounded,
and the eggs had simply been incubating a rather long time.
 
The three sets of eyes watched as the egg finished opening to reveal a small
grey baby owl. Hedwig nuzzled it and immediately set to feeding the small
puffball while the other two eggs wiggled and small cracks appeared.
 
There was a knocking at the door and Harry called out, “Come in! Hedwig’s
babies are hatching!”
 
Ruby opened the door and came in. “Sirius has Nigel right now, he sent me to
make sure you were up since it’s nearly time for breakfast. Are any of them
fully out yet?”
 
Harry smiled and pointed out the grey one that was being fed and shuffled
Vinculum out of the way. The big black owl hooted indignantly, but moved out of
the way so Ruby could peer in.
 
Vinculum gave Ruby a baleful glare and went back to watching the eggs hatch.
 
“How long ago did you find out about them? They’re taken quite a while to
hatch, haven’t they?” Ruby asked.
The second egg overbalanced and spilled out a charcoal black owl as Harry
answered. “Yes, it’s been almost three months. That’s unusual, isn’t it?” He
asked.
 
Ruby hummed. “It might be due to their being a crossbreed. They’re not pure
snowy owls, and Vinculum is an Eagle Owl, isn’t he?” She asked, looking over
the surly bird. She went to pet him, but he lunged toward her hand and clicked
his beak, and she quickly drew back. “Nasty temper on that one. Your mate’s?”
She asked, having heard numerous stories from Sirius about the man.
 
Harry chuckled. “Yeah, he likes me, but no one else can really get close except
Severus. He’s pretty particular.” He explained.
 
Ruby pressed her lips together and hummed. “Feel free to have him stay with the
owlets as long as he wants, but don’t let him out of your room to the rest of
the house. Nigel has started putting things in his mouth, and I doubt he’d take
kindly to becoming a baby’s teething toy.” She said sternly. Then she smiled.
“But congratulations on becoming a grandfather. I bet that last one will be a
white like its mother.” She placed a kiss on Harry’s hair and headed for the
door. “Be down in twenty minutes for breakfast.”
 
Harry nodded. “You can let Siri know that I have news, but don’t tell him what
it is. It’s my news to give.”
 
Ruby opened the door and smiled. “I’ll keep quiet about it.” She promised, then
left.
 
Harry watched as the last egg hatched—a snowy white, just like Ruby had
predicted—and headed downstairs.
 
“Sirius! Guess what!” He told the man in excitement.
 
Sirius was sitting at the table reading the paper. “You’re nearly late, but the
birthday boy gets a free pass, so what’s the exciting news Ruby said you had?”
 
Harry grinned. “I’m a grandpa!” He declared, sitting down in his seat to
Sirius’ left.
 
Sirius frowned. “You’re a what, now?” He asked blankly.
 
 “Hedwig’s babies hatched!” Harry told him.
 
“Oh.” Sirius smiled. “All three already?” He asked.
 
Harry nodded as Ruby took her seat and Mispy served breakfast. “There’s a snowy
white, a grey and a black. Can Severus come early and see them?” He asked
excitedly.
 
Sirius eyed him warily. “Door stays open.” He ordered.
 
Harry flushed. “We wouldn’t do anything! Merlin, that’s too embarrassing to
even contemplate!” He said, then added, “I doubt he could even get it up
knowing he’s in your home.” In a mutter.
 
Ruby giggled, and Sirius stabbed at his sausage.
 
“Good.” The man growled.
 
Harry shook his head and continued eating.
 
*****
 
There was a knock at the door and Harry jumped up to get it. He let Severus in
and grabbed his hand. “Come on, they’re in my room. Vinculum is watching them
while Hedwig hunts.”
 
Sirius called out: “No funny business!” As they passed the parlour.
 
“Perish the thought.” Severus replied, as Harry led him up the stairs.
 
Harry led him to the cage and Severus looked over the owlets, considering them.
“A good parliament for your first.”
 
Harry frowned. “A what?”
 
“A group of owls is called a ‘parliament.’ Didn’t you know that?” Severus asked
curiously.
 
Harry gave him a wry look. “Somehow, it never came up.” He told the man
sarcastically.
 
Severus chuckled and stood, crowding Harry toward his bed until the teen was
forced to sit on the side of it. “I don’t think I like your tone.” He purred
warningly.
 
Harry’s breathing picked up. “Sirius said no—”
 
“I don’t live by Black’s edicts, and you’re no longer his Omega. You’re mine,
and if I want to ravish your mouth, you’d best consider it ravished.” The man
told him softly, before leaning in and claiming Harry’s mouth, pressing the
teen into his pillows as Harry acquiesced with a soft mewl of enjoyment.
 
“Harry, can I borrow—oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Ruby said,
fighting back laughter. “Do you mind if I borrow Severus for a bit? He had a
question to ask me, but it had to be asked in person, and now would be a good
time for that.” She smiled as a red-faced Harry peeked out at her from under
Severus’ arm. “Besides, you need to run a brush through your hair and spell
away that just-been-kissed plumpness before you go face Sirius again.” She
advised. “What I found in here will be our little secret, okay?”
 
Harry nodded. “Thanks.” He muttered as she took Severus downstairs.
 
“Do you have the rings?” Ruby whispered as they descended the stairs.
 
Severus nodded. “I brought the Prince family betrothal ring, and one I bought
for him that matched his eyes. Both are lovely, but I have no idea which he’ll
prefer.” He said.
 
Ruby smiled. “Show them to me in here,” She advised, leading Severus to the
formal parlour. “No one comes in here.”
 
Severus drew out the two boxes and opened them, showing the contents to Ruby.
 
Ruby let out a slow breath. “They’re both lovely.” She breathed.
 
Severus smiled, looking down at the rings. “He’s worth any price. I want him to
know it.” He said.
 
Ruby smiled. “Go with that one.” She said, pointing out her pick. “He’ll love
it.”
***** Fifteen *****
Chapter Notes
     A little on the short side, but it has what I needed to say, and it
     was either end it here, or likely not finish it before Monday, since
     the next part is probably going to be tough.
     Everyone ready for Alpha Neville to go head-to-head with the other
     Alpha Lords?
     In the meantime, here, have some sweet, fluffy goodness!
Harry was sitting on the loveseat with Severus in companionable silence while
the man absently ran his fingers through Harry’s sleek waves, when the door was
abruptly knocked on.
 
“Harry, go get the door for your friends.” Sirius called out from the dining
room.
 
Harry frowned. “But I’m comfy!” He whined, and Severus laughed softly, removing
his hand from the teen’s hair.
 
“Go and get the door, brat. I will still be here when you return.” Severus
said, just as Sirius poked his head into the room.
 
“Door. Now.” The man ordered.
 
Harry got up with a thunderous look on his face and went to answer the door.
 
Sirius looked at Severus. “You seem to have wormed your way into the hearts of
the two Omegas I love most in this entire world, but just for the record: I
still don’t like you.” He stated quietly.
 
Severus snorted. “I am well aware of that, Black. The rancour is mutual.
However, I love Harry very much—enough that his resemblance to you is not off-
putting—and whether you approve or not matters very little to me. I intend to
make him happy nonetheless.” He said. “I’d like it if you could not make him
choose between us. I know that as much as he loves you, he would choose me
first, and it would wound him deeply that he had to lose one of the people he
loved dearly. Try to be happy for him.”
 
Sirius sighed. “I am trying! This is me trying! I’m not going to make him pick
who he loves most, but it doesn’t endear you to me any. Why couldn’t he have
picked Neville, or something?”
 
Severus chuckled. “He would not have been happy with such a straight-laced boy.
Neville is very upright and proper; Harry could never live like that. He is a
free spirit through and through.”
 
Sirius nodded. “That much is true. I’m going to go finish decorating the dining
room. Why Ruby is insisting on it this year is beyond me.” He muttered.
 
Harry led Draco, Remus and Neville into the room and scowled as Remus and
Neville took the loveseat next to Severus and then his face cleared as Draco
sat in between both his mates, at their feet.
 
Harry took the spot at Severus’ feet and the man resumed stroking his hair as
Harry leaned against his legs.
 
“You know you’ll have to get up again when the Weasley horde arrives, right,
brat?” The man asked in clear amusement.
 
Draco looked at Harry. “You let him get away with calling you that?” He asked
in shock.
 
Harry smiled. “It’s as much of an endearment as he’s going to give me in front
of others. I don’t mind, he doesn’t mean it.” He turned to meet Severus’ eyes
and replied, “And I’ll get up then, but I’m comfortable here.”
 
Severus just hummed in acknowledgment.
 
“So, Tom told me he met with you guys personally?” He asked the trio.
 
Neville nodded. “He did. I’m claiming my seat on the Wizengamot tomorrow; I’ll
get my first shot at Lucius then. Apparently, he thinks of me as a little boy
just playing at politics. It’s his funeral; Gran groomed me for this herself,
and Augusta Longbottom has never been a meek woman. She’s a Beta, but she
married an Alpha and managed to beat the odds when she had my dad. Not many
Beta women birth Alphas, but both my dad and Draco were born of Beta women.
Anyway, I digress. I’m looking forward to meeting the man head-on. We’ll see
whose wit and willpower prevail. I have a feeling he’ll be forced to concede at
least one point to me.” He said smugly.
 
Draco hummed happily and turned to the side to rest his chin on Neville’s knee
as he smiled up at the Alpha. “I like it when you get all Alpha-y.” He purred,
then looked up at Neville through his lashes and breathed, “It turns me on.”
 
Neville choked and flushed, and Remus burst out laughing.
 
Harry caught the look of disgust that flashed across Severus’ face before he
schooled it back into his usual light scowl and drawled, “Please, Draco, don’t
make your mate pop a knot in public. I have no desire to see that, and Harry
had better feel the same.”
 
Harry grinned. “I don’t know, it would give me teasing material for years to
come.” He said.
 
Severus fisted his hand in Harry’s hair and used it to make Harry face him
directly. “Who do you belong to?” He growled.
 
Harry’s grin never faltered as he responded, “The mintiest Alpha in the room.”
He chirped, drawing in a deep breath. “Anyone can smell your minty scent in
mine, it’s obvious I’m yours!”
 
Severus rolled his eyes and let Harry go just as the door was knocked on again.
“Take your fellow teenagers and get out of my sight, you minx! You drive me
mad!”
 
Harry got up and paused in the doorway to tell Severus, “You know you love it!”
Before blowing him a kiss and leaving him and Remus to talk without young ears
around.
 
The three teens crowded into the doorway and Harry opened the door.
 
“We’re here, we’re queer, get us a butterbeer!” The twins yelled, both flinging
their arms around Harry.
 
“No butterbeer tonight, I’m afraid. Ruby said I’d want to have all my faculties
around me tonight, but she won’t tell me why.” Harry told them as they released
him and Ron came in behind them.
 
“Hey, mate.” Ron said, smiling.
 
“Hey. I appreciate that you never smother me. It’s nice to only get that from
these two and Sirius.” Harry noted, indicating the twins.
 
Ron chuckled. “Happy to be of service.”
 
“To my room!” Harry declared. The group of teens thundered up the stairs toward
Harry’s room.
 
*****
 
Dinner was winding down when Severus cleared his throat. “Before we get around
to Harry opening his presents, I wanted to give him mine.” He said. He got up,
fished a box from his pocket and went down on one knee beside Harry, whose eyes
widened and his mouth dropped open in shock.
 
“Harry, you chased me for three years, becoming my best friend first and then
waylaying me when your first heat hit, so that I had little choice but to mate
with you to save you from yourself. I have come to realize that you and I seem
to be perfectly matched, and I couldn’t have picked a better mate if I had been
allowed to choose.”
 
Harry giggled through happy tears.
 
“Harry James Potter, Lord Potter, my precious Omega, would you do me the honour
of marrying me?” Severus flipped open the box to reveal a ring set with a large
emerald the same shade as Harry’s eyes.
 
Harry nodded, then flung himself out of the chair and tackled Severus, kissing
him all over his face as he knocked the man onto the floor and landed atop him.
 
Severus chuckled. “Well, now that you’ve gotten me pinned, could we get up?
This floor isn’t the best place for us to be if we intend to keep clean.” He
said.
 
Harry giggled and got up, helping Severus up.
 
Severus took his hand and slid the ring on it, then kissed Harry deeply.
 
Sirius frowned when the kiss lasted more than ten seconds. “Alright, break it
up, you two!” He said.
 
Harry pulled away from Severus with a groan. “Fine. When are you wanting to
marry?” He asked Severus.
 
Severus shrugged. “Next summer would be a good time to plan for; or we could
choose a time during the school year, either works for me.”
 
Harry hummed, tapping his chin. “I’ll get back to you on that.” He decided. He
looked over at Sirius. “You’re okay with this, right? You’ll give me away?”
 
Sirius smiled warmly. “I will, because I know your father will have my head
when I meet him in the afterlife if I do anything to ruin your special day.
Your mum would be proud of you, for taking the time to really get to know him.
I’m happy for you.” He looked at Severus and sighed. “Hurt him and you’ll get
to learn firsthand how a chew toy feels.” He threatened.
 
Severus nodded. “I’ll do my best to keep him happy.” He promised solemnly.
“Also,” He dug out a letter written on very expensive stationary. “This is for
you. You should know who it’s from already.” He said, handing it over.
 
Harry took it eagerly. “Birthday wishes or business?” He asked, breaking the
seal—the seal of the Slytherin Lordship—and opening it.
 
Severus smiled. “A bit of both, I believe.” He answered.
 
Harry read the letter, which opened with a happy birthday message and went on
to ask that he accompany the Weasley twins and their Alpha and meet him at the
Leaky Cauldron in two weeks’ time. Tom told him that it was simply a
precaution, but he was leery of meeting them alone.
 
Harry hummed. “Have they been told—”
 
“We received the letter this morning.” George interrupted.
 
“Lee will know in two days. We’re ready, and we can be serious for once.”
 
George shrugged. “It’ll do us good.” He added lightly.
 
Arthur frowned. “I don’t like the idea one bit, and your mother agrees with me!
Any sign of mischief or mayhem in his name and we’ll see to it that you never
meet with him again! And we’re checking you for the Dark Mark when you get
home! If you have it, you won’t be spending another night under my roof!”
 
Fred made a face. “Duly noted.” He told his father.
 
Harry nodded. “It says he has a present for me, but it can’t be sent in a box
or with you.” He told Severus. “It’s apparently an animal, and it has a temper,
but it’s been bred specifically for me, so it should like me.” He smiled
widely. “I bet it’s a snake.” He said.
 
Severus chuckled. “I don’t think so. He’d gotten his hands on something else
before he was returned to his body, and when Lucius was preoccupied with the
Minister, he bade me help him bring it to the Manor. I’m quite sure you’ll like
it, though.”
 
“On another note, open mine next.” Ruby urged, sliding a small box toward him.
 
Harry opened it to find not only the Spice Girls album he’d been told about,
but another three cassettes. Alanis Morissette, Blink-182 and Pearl Jam.
“Brilliant! Thanks!” He said happily.
 
Ruby smiled. “Let me know which you like and which you don’t, I’m still trying
to get a feel for your music tastes. It can only help.”
 
“Will do!” Harry promised.
 
Severus settled in to watch the teenagers vie for next present opened, glad
that he had gone first to avoid the hysteria. Really, birthdays were loud when
you were as young as Harry was. Teens only had two volumes when excitement was
involved: ‘Loud’ and ‘Dear Merlin, Shut Up.’
***** Not Your Conventional Alpha *****
Chapter Notes
     Oooh, look at the pretty character development!! So SHINY!!
     And look, a little bit of smut, too. Aren't you guys lucky?
     Enjoy! Let me know what you think of Neville's actions here.
Draco smoothed his hands down the front of Neville’s dress robes and leaned in
to give his mate a kiss. “You look great. Go be glib, and if you meet a pretty
little Omega there, just don’t breathe too deep. Remember that you have a very
jealous Omega at home that will rip off your balls and feed them to you if you
stray. Love you.” Draco chirped, feeling very proud of himself for the slight
look of fear in Neville’s eyes at his latest threat.
 
“Love you, too.” Neville said, then turned to Remus. “Wish me luck.”
 
The Werewolf leaned in to kiss his mate, then smiled. “Good luck navigating the
world of Wizarding politics. Hopefully you won’t need it.” He added.
 
Neville nodded, squared his shoulders, and left the house to summon the knight
bus to take him to London.
 
Once he got to the Ministry atrium, he had his wand weighed and asked where the
Wizengamot was meeting that day.
 
The welcome witch smiled. “They are in courtroom one, there’s only one law on
the books today, and it’s about building a dragon reserve close by. I doubt
it’ll pass, with all the Muggles around, but it keeps getting brought up. My
father’s a big supporter of it.” She told him.
 
Neville smiled back at her. “Thank you.” He said, then headed for the lift.
 
He arrived in the courtroom and every eye turned to him as he walked briskly
and surely to his seat, seating himself in the Lord’s chair for the first time,
rather than the Heir’s seat he had used before.
 
Frank Abbott, Hannah’s father, nodded to him from his seat beside the
Longbottom seat. “Lord Longbottom. It’s good to see that seat being filled
again.” He said genially.
 
Neville smiled and nodded back. “I hope to help make some much-needed changes
to the outdated laws we live under. Times have changed, we need to progress
with them to thrive.” He said.
 
Frank hummed. “A view your father shared.” He commented, leaning back in his
chair. “Are you a forward-thinking Alpha like him, then?”
 
Neville chuckled. “If I weren’t, I wouldn’t have managed to mate with the most
beautiful Omega in Britain. But I bagged the best, and he’s been happy with me
so far. I hope to make him proud with what I accomplish here.”
 
Severus snorted from the Potter seat, two seats down on his other side. “I beg
to differ. My mate is the loveliest, and I’m sure Lucius will agree with me on
that.” He said.
 
Neville shook his head. “You can’t ask him, he’s related to one of them. He’s a
biased party.” He said in amusement.
 
Lucius coughed lightly, then spoke. “Actually, when it comes to looks, I do
believe my son is the more gifted party. But as for my personal tastes, I
prefer the darker look. My son is of fair colouring, and that has never been my
preference.” He said.
 
Severus scowled. “Traitor.” He muttered.
 
There was a smattering of laughter, and Neville grinned smugly. He’d won his
first light-hearted exchange, and the Wizengamot so far was welcoming him
nicely.
 
“So, Lord Longbottom, how do you feel about opening a dragon reserve on British
soil?” Frank asked.
 
Neville shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind having one close to home, but we have
limited space for them to roam. Perhaps it simply isn’t feasible. If we could
find adequate space, I would have no objections. Do we have a place in mind?”
He asked.
 
“Not as of yet. Lord Weasley was the one to put forth the bill, for his son who
would like to find work closer to home without changing career paths. If it
passes, we will look for a suitable area.” Severus drawled.
 
Neville hummed. “With no plans as to where we would put it, I would rather sit
that vote out. If things change, I will reconsider, of course, but it looks
like there’s no point in discussing the matter without a suitable location in
mind.”
 
“That’s a good point. Maybe we should look for a suitable area, and leave that
bill on the back burner until somewhere can be found.” Frank suggested.
 
Neville settled in to watch and listen to the debate his words would cause to
play out. That would give him valuable insight as to the temperaments and
political leanings of the other Lords present. That information would help him
decide what tactic to take with his arguments to win the various others to his
side.
 
*****
 
“I think it went well.” Neville answered Draco’s questioning look immediately
on returning home.
 
Draco smiled happily. “Good. Did you speak with Father at all?” He asked
curiously.
 
Neville chuckled. “Actually, I got him to side with me over Severus today.” He
revealed.
 
Draco’s mouth dropped open in shock. He recovered quickly and asked, “How in
hell did you manage that?!”
 
“I argued that you were better-looking than Harry. He was gawky and scruffy
first year, and while his blood adoption to Sirius Black made him quite the
little looker, you’reprettier. Even your father can see that.” Neville said
sensibly.
 
Remus grinned. “That’s not to say that Harry isn’t good-looking himself, of
course. Both of you are quite a catch. Politically, too. The Lord Potter and
the Malfoy Heir? Both impressive pedigrees.” He noted.
 
Draco’s nose immediately went into the air. “My breeding beats his any day!” He
stated imperiously. “I can trace my blood purity back to the time of the
Founders. He has good lineage on his father’s side, but his mother is a bit…
Unfortunate.”
 
Neville reached out and clamped his fingers over the tip of Draco’s nose,
pinching hard.
 
Draco shouted and flailed, but when he saw the look in Neville’s eyes he
stilled and stood there for the tongue-lashing he was going to get from an
Alpha that was not best pleased with his Omega’s views.
 
“Firstly,” Neville began in a low, angry voice, “tracing your magic back to
Merlin himself does not make you any better than another Wizard. Blood means
nothing. Power and effort are what you need to get anywhere. Keep that in mind.
Secondly, I am ashamed of you for calling Harry’s mother anything but a
singularly talented Witch, and a very devoted mother. She is the paragon of
everything a good mother should aspire to be. You’re supremely lucky Harry was
not here to hear you say that. If he had been here, I would have given him a
free pass to hit you for that remark, although, knowing Harry, he wouldn’t take
it. Don’tlet me hear you make another remark like that.” He told the blond
sternly.
 
“Yes, Alpha.” Draco said, wincing when his nose was released.
 
Neville turned to Remus. “Would you like to add anything, or think I was out of
line?” He asked in a surly tone.
 
Remus gulped at getting the full force of Neville’s “Alpha glare” turned on
him. “No, it needed to be said. Never let it be said that our Alpha minces
words, though.”
 
Neville let out a breath and visibly deflated. “Sorry about the nose, Draco.
We’ll go out for dinner at the Italian place a few blocks down to celebrate my
debut in the Wizengamot.” He said. He grabbed Draco’s arm before the blond
rushed out of the room. He pulled him close and whispered, “Wear something
purple, and put on some sexy panties underneath. I plan to take them off with
my teeth later.” He purred.
 
He caught the faint whiff of Draco’s slick and didn’t miss the small whimper
the blond let out at the thought. He let the blond retreat into their bedroom
and smiled.
 
Mission accomplished.
 
*****
 
“Yes! Oh, god, keep doing that! Ah!”
 
Neville pulled his mouth off the cock his was sucking with a loud ‘pop’ and
sighed. “Draco, muffle him, if you will.” He directed.
 
Draco gave one final lick to the nipple he’d been nibbling on, then grinned.
“With pleasure.” He purred, moving to cover Remus’ mouth with his own.
 
Remus’ hands clenched spasmodically, but were unable to grasp anything, bound
as they were above his head.
 
His loud moan was swallowed up by Draco’s mouth before it could escape, and
Neville smiled. “Much better.” He declared before taking Remus’ cock back into
his mouth.
 
The moans increased in volume a bit, and every so often Draco would break the
kiss to giggle a little, but no one was complaining. They didn’t have to worry
about noise, the Warding on the house included silencing spells. Neville just
liked to get a bit Alpha-y in bed, and neither Remus nor Draco was inclined to
stop the habit.
 
To be honest, Draco craved a heavy hand, and Remus was starting to see the
appeal, too.
 
Neville pulled off Remus’ cock and looked it over contemplatively. “Hmm, yes.”
He decided, and summoned the lube from the bedside table. “Draco.” He waited
until the blond had turned to face him, then held out the bottle to him, turned
around, and took a position that was very unlike an Alpha.
 
Draco gasped and Remus’ eyes bugged out of his head at the sight of their Alpha
presenting.
 
Draco smiled widely. “You mean..?”
 
“I do.” Neville said simply.
 
Draco opened the bottle with shaking fingers. “And I get to watch?” He checked
excitedly.
 
“If you can get over your excitement long enough to prepare me so we can do
this, yes!” Neville snapped. “I’m not going to wait forever. Do it, or I’ll do
it myself.”
 
Draco lubed his fingers and watched as they unerringly found their mark. He
pressed in and Neville hissed in a breath, tensing.
 
“Relax, Alpha. I’ve got you. You can take this. Ido it all the time, don’t I?”
Draco asked, easing in and working his finger back and forth a few times,
letting Neville get used to the feeling.
 
The next three fingers went in much easier once Neville relaxed and let his
Omega guide him in something he was very familiar with.
 
“There. I think you’re ready.” The blond declared. “I’ll just sit over here and
watch, shall I?” He asked, crawling to the edge of the bed and watching as
Neville slicked Remus’ cock liberally, then straddled the man and eased down
onto it.
 
Three moans melded as Neville sank down, arching his back and bracing his hands
on Remus’ knees.
 
Remus waited until Neville had relaxed a bit, then rolled his hips upward.
 
Neville gasped and got the point, beginning to move on his own.
 
Draco began to stroke himself as he watched his mates, keeping pace with
Neville’s measured movements.
 
Neville found the right spot, and a look of surprise crossed his face as he
realized that even Alphas could enjoy being the recipient of anal sex. He sped
up, and Remus shouted at the abrupt change of tempo.
 
“Draco, untie me.” Remus said urgently.
 
Draco quickly undid his bonds and Remus reached out to stroke Neville’s cock.
 
Within minutes, Neville was arching back and shouting as he came, setting off
Remus with him.
 
Draco moaned as he came just seconds later, then slumped down to sprawl over on
his side, smiling dopily at his mates. “Best porn ever.” He declared.
 
Remus chuckled. “Next time we tie you up all night.” He threatened.
 
“You say the nicest things.” Draco returned, snuggling into his pillow and
drifting off.
***** The Last Two Omegas *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry it took a while; had some trouble with the twins. I can't
     promise THAT won't happen again, so be warned.
     On another note, we're very close to getting some laws brought forth
     and hopefully seeing some changes for the better!
     Enjoy!
“So you’re still living separately?” Harry asked, taking a sip of his
butterbeer. “Why, if your parents are okay with the match?” He added.
 
Lee sighed. “Because mine aren’t.” He informed Harry bitterly. “Mum thinks it’s
sweet that the twins wanted to share a mate, but Dad says it’s ‘unnatural’ for
twins to be so close. He thinks it’s wrong, so he’s told me that until they or
I buy our own place, I’m not to go to their house, or spend time with them
alone.” He told Harry. “He only let me leave today because I told him Harry
Potter would be there. He thinks you hung the moon.”
 
George smiled. “But if we can get one thousand galleons together, we can buy a
small shop at the end of the street, which has a flat above it where we can all
live.” He said.
 
Harry pursed his lips. “I could give you some of that. Severus would kill me if
I gave you the full amount, he’s been keeping a record of my finances for me,
but I can pitch in half if you agree to give me, say, five percent of your
profits?” He smirked. “Then it’s not giving my money away, it’s an investment.”
He said.
 
Fred grinned. “I like the way you think.” He turned to Lee. “Well, Alpha? Are
we going to allow this deal, or hope for something better to pop up?”
 
Lee blinked. “Well, if you can afford that—”
 
“Harry’s loaded, and generous. Two good reasons to always have his back. He is
more than willing to give you help if you do the same for him.” George told
Lee.
 
“Fine, then.” Lee said with a shrug. “Thanks.” He added.
 
Fred got up and moved to sit next to Harry. He pulled out a roll of parchment
and a quill and began writing on it. “We have a small Gringotts account where
we’ve been hiding away our earnings from school; you can send the money
directly to that account. We’ll need your information to deliver your earnings
at the end of each month, so let Snape know we’ll be making deposits so he
doesn’t stop any transfers or get suspicious as to your slowly accruing
wealth.” He said.
 
There was a soft clearing of a throat above the two, and they looked up to see
Tom standing over them. “I’ve been standing here for twenty seconds already.
What are you discussing so deeply?”
 
Harry grinned. “I’m investing in the Twins’ joke shop. Five hundred galleons to
help spread chaos and mayhem—legally! Want in?” He asked.
 
Tom frowned. “How much do you generally make per month?” He asked, sitting down
so close to Fred that he had to scoot over and push Harry aside or be sat on.
 
George swallowed. “Two hundred galleons in a good month, but most of it goes to
buying more supplies. We estimate a threefold increase at least once we have a
shop.” He answered warily.
 
“Five hundred galleons? Lucius gave me a thousand and bid me make smart choices
with it. What will investing get me?” Tom asked.
 
“Five percent of profits delivered to your Gringotts account every month. It
won’t be much at first, but we have a loyal customer base already. It would
only grow with a proper shop and advertising.” Fred told him.
 
Tom nodded. “Remind me to get your information before I leave, I’m interested
in helping you get your start.” He said. “Now, we have a room upstairs.” He
said, dangling a key in front of his face. “Let’s go. Your gift is already
there, waiting for you.” He said to Harry. He eyed the others. “No one else try
to touch it. Actually, you shouldn’t touch it either. Let it make the first
move. Always.” He warned Harry.
 
Harry nodded, curious and nervous in equal measure.
 
Tom led the way up the stairs and into the room.
 
Harry stopped short when he saw his birthday gift from Tom.
 
Fred and George squeezed into the room around the other teen, and Lee managed
to fit in and shut the door before he peeked around the others.
 
“The small one is yours.” Tom told the small, bluish-black bird.
 
The strangely-coloured phoenix—for that’s the only thing it could possibly
be—looked at Harry for the longest three minutes of his life before giving a
trill and taking off to land on Harry’s shoulder. It nipped his ear—hard—and
Harry flinched. “Ow! What was thatfor?!” He asked, fingering the small wound.
 
Tom looked at him curiously. “Well? Did she draw blood?” He asked.
 
Harry frowned. “Yes.” He snapped, looking at his red fingertips.
 
“Excellent! She likes you! Shadow Phoenixes create a blood-based bond first,
which will grow into a soul bond as you get to know her.” Tom told him.
 
“Figures you’d give me something that says ‘I like you’ by maiming you.” Harry
muttered, reaching up to stroke her. “Does she have a name?”
 
Tom shook his head. “She hatched two days ago, it’s for you to name her.
Honestly, at first I was worried I’d just be delivering an egg, which is hardly
as exciting as a Phoenix, but she hatched just in the nick of time. Don’t bring
her to Hogwarts until you move in with Severus for good. She doesn’t like
change, and she’ll most likely show her displeasure by defecating in your—or
Severus’—closet. Shadow Phoenixes tend to have that in common. Not many people
keep them as pets as a result.”
 
Harry wrinkled his nose. “Thanks for the warning.” He said.
 
Tom smiled brightly. “Don’t worry, if she likes you already, I doubt she’ll
change her mind down the road. Shadow Phoenixes are wont to make snap
judgements, but once their mind is made up, they’re remarkably steadfast. Her
mother happened upon me when I was young, and she is my Phoenix’s firstborn.”
He said, nodding to the Phoenix perched on Harry’s shoulder.
 
Fred was watching the Phoenix with interest. “Can we have a few feathers, mate?
Once she loses them naturally, of course, we don’t want you to pluck them
early.” He said.
 
Harry frowned. “What are the properties of a shadow Phoenix feather?” He asked.
 
George grinned. “No idea!” He said brightly. “But finding out’s half the fun!”
 
“I’ll get back to you on that once Severus and I test them.” He told them.
“Now, you and Tom need to have a little chat. Don’t let me stop you.”
 
Tom conjured chairs for everyone and they sat in a small circle. “First off,
you,” He pointed to Lee, “Aren’t a Lord, are you?”
 
Lee shook his head. “Not yet, but I aspire to be. Once the joke shop takes
off.”
 
Tom nodded. “I’ve reclaimed the Slytherin Lordship, and I can name you as my
proxy, which will get you into the meetings until I can take the seat.
Eventually, I will take it back, but until then, you can vote in my name.” He
told the teen.
 
Lee nodded. “I won’t let you down.” He said solemnly.
 
“See to it that you don’t. I’m not a pleasant person when crossed.” Tom warned.
“Any questions for me? I know you’re bound to have at least one, you seem like
smart young men. Get them out of the way now. I don’t want or need anyone going
into this blindly.”
 
Fred leaned forward. “What are your aims? Exactly?”
 
“At first, Omega equality to Betas. Equal protections from rape and murder, and
protection from being forcibly mated while in heat. What I’m looking for there
is the right to petition to have a bond broken if someone is taken during a
heat and doesn’t want to be bonded to that Alpha when they come to their
senses. Eventually, I hope to get Omegas on equal footing with Alpha and Beta
men, so we can hold political positions and vote.”
 
Harry frowned. “Wait, Omegas can’t vote?!” He asked. “Why not?!”
 
Tom shook his head. “Why should we? The governing body thinks that it would
just mean an extra vote for our Alpha. After all, what Omega would have
differing views from their Alpha? They think we’re all just doormats for our
Alpha’s pleasure.” He added bitterly.
 
George nodded. “That needs to change. So, equality is the endgame? I like the
idea. I’m in.”
 
Fred agreed.
 
Lee smiled. “I’m going along with my Omegas. They know what they’re doing. They
always do.”
 
Tom smiled widely. “Excellent.” He said, drawing the word out with a certain
amount of relish. “I look forward to working with you. Now, about investing in
your little shop…”
 
*****
 
Tom breezed  into the Manor and found Narcissa in the white parlour, taking tea
as she read a romance novel; her latest one was about a penniless Omega who was
sold to an Alpha only to fall in love with the man she had been sold to.
 
“I’m going to have the Omegas and their Alphas meet in one months’ time.” He
said. “So far, I have high hopes for us.”
 
Narcissa smiled. “Wonderful. Let Lucius know. I will plan to be at Ivan’s that
day. He’ll like that; he’s been missing me lately.”
 
Tom continued on to find Lucius in his study with the door standing open.
 
Lucius looked up at the sound of Tom’s shoes on the marble floors. “Ah, so
you’re back. Good. Come in, shut the door. How did it go?” He asked.
 
Tom smiled. “Surprisingly well, actually. I invested in the Weasley Twins’ joke
shop. They already have a small customer base, they expect that to grow once
they have premises, and between Harry and me, they are well on their way to
acquiring a shop they can start in.”
 
Lucius frowned. “I told you to spend the thousand I gave you wisely. It’s
Draco’smoney; I can’t give you any more without breaking my marriage contract
with Narcissa, and that will sap my power from me. I can’t afford that.” He
said in warning.
 
Tom rolled his eyes. “Really, Lucius, did you hear me ask for more? I trust
them, and I will wait and see how well they do for a few years before I write
the money off. Who knows, I might earn far more from the investment than I
spent.”
 
Lucius just sighed and shook his head. “Just don’t come asking for more, that’s
all I’m saying.”
 
Tom stared at him blankly, then frowned. “I’m not asking for more.” He said
flatly.
 
“You will.” Lucius said surely. “If there’s one thing women and Omegas alike
are good at, it’s spending money.” He said.
 
“You’re very lucky I enjoy spending your money, or I might take offense at
that.” Tom said lightly.
 
Lucius smiled. “Well, what is the plan, My Lord?”
 
Tom huffed, but let the matter drop without further comment. “In one months’
time, I will have the Omegas and their Alphas come to the Manor. You will make
nice with the other Alphas, discuss whatever you like, it matters little to me,
and I and the Omegas will iron out the details of what the first law will say.
I will word it in legal jargon, and we will send it to the Ministry with you
the next day.”
 
Lucius’ lip curled. “And you think it will be so easy? My Lord, those men—those
Alphas—will not vote in your favour so quickly. They are set in their ways, and
they like the fact that the laws as they are put them on top.” He shook his
head. “They are comfortable that way.”
 
Tom smiled, resting his chin on his fist as he looked at his mate. “Oh, that’s
going to be no problem at all. You, Severus, Mr. Jordan and Lord Longbottom
will talk them around. That’s why you’re part of this plan. If I didn’t need
you, I’d not be telling you about the plan at all. Need-to-know basis, Dear
Lucius.” Tom purred, reaching out to trail one finger over Lucius’ lips.
“You’ve a silver tongue in your head just as much as me. I trust you.” He stood
and walked to the door, turning around as he opened it to add, “Make me proud.”
 
Lucius sighed as his Omega left. “You’re asking quite a lot of me.” He
muttered.
***** Nyx *****
“How will we know—mmm—if it worked?” Tom asked as Lucius left a necklace of
bite marks around his neck.
 
Lucius added one last bite—a hard one—and lifted his head to smile down at his
Omega. “As soon as you conceive, your heat will cease.” He told the man.
 
Tom hummed as Lucius’ fingers sought out his entrance and pushed in, feeling
for how open Tom still was.
 
“And you have not conceived yet, so we shall try again.” Lucius declared,
rolling atop his mate.
 
Tom relaxed into the pillows as Lucius began thrusting into him, letting the
man use him as he wished. Hisenthusiasm for sex was spent, he had no more
desire for the carnal delights, but the same could notbe said for his Alpha.
 
Honestly, Tom was starting to resent the days he spent in heat. It was five
days of sex, but he had things to do! Things that didn’tinvolve Lucius’ knot
being lodged so far inside him he could practically tasteit.
 
“Oh, yes, take my knot! I’m going to breed you up, give you an Alpha son to
carry on your legacy. And this one can be raised right.” Lucius growled.
 
Tom balled a fist and hit Lucius on the shoulder. “Yes, they will, because you
will follow my directives with them. I’ll not have you raising my son to be an
ignorant, abhorrent troll of an Alpha.” He snapped.
 
Lucius buried his head in Tom’s neck and sucked on one of his bite marks.
 
“Are you listening to me?!” Tom asked.
 
Lucius nodded. “Yes, yes, I’m an ignorant troll and you won’t let me parent our
child, I get it.” He said, voice muffled by Tom’s body.
 
“I never said you couldn’t help parent them, I just don’t want you filling
their head with delusions of superiority to Omegas. You know that goes against
everythingI’m working toward right now.” Tom reminded him.
 
“Right. I’ll keep quiet about Alphas and Omegas and let you handle that aspect
of their rearing, shall I?” He growled and slammed home, his knot swelling and
locking them together.
 
Tom smiled, running his fingers through Lucius’ fine golden hair. “We still
have a way to go, but you’re learning. Thank you for being open to change, if
only a little. If you had been truly resistant, all my efforts would have been
for naught.”
 
Lucius hummed. “Shut up and nap with me. You’re so chatty in bed, I’ve no idea
why.” He muttered.
 
Tom just smiled and closed his eyes obediently.
 
*****
 
“I think she’s hungry. Tom said she’d eat small rodents and the like. Do you
think she’ll take a mouse?” Harry asked Hedwig, holding up the small dead
rodent to Nyx, offering it in the hopes she’d eat.
 
Nyx looked at the animal, nipped at it, then opened her mouth and swallowed it
whole, even though it was as big as her head.
 
Harry stared at her in horrified interest as she swallowed several times to
work it down her throat.
 
It was almost like watching Sinister and Centrum eat.
 
This reminded Harry to grab another mouse and offer it to Centrum, whose turn
it was to eat for the pair. She took it and hissed her thanks, retreating from
the hungry glare of the shadow Phoenix back under Harry’s collar.
 
“You can’t eat Sinister and Centrum.” Harry reminded the Phoenix firmly.
 
Nyx gave a small trill and flew over to land beside Fawkes on Harry’s wardrobe.
 
“I wonder if she’ll like Severus.” Harry asked his owl.
 
She gave him a look that clearly said, ‘Harry, I’m an owl, and I’m trying to
raise babies. I don’t have the time or energy to care right now.’
 
Harry shrugged and lay down on his bed. “We’ll find out soon, I suppose.” He
muttered.
 
Vinculum flew in through Harry’s open window, taking Hedwig’s spot near the
babies as she left to hunt. Harry watched the owl feed his babies and thought
of Severus.
 
His mate was stern and clinical most of the time, but he’d found definite
warmth within the man. He just tended to keep his affection behind closed
doors, valuing his privacy above all else. Harry could appreciate that, he
liked to keep his private life private, as well.
 
Harry sent off a Patronus to his mate, reminding him that he was loved.
 
A few minutes later, Severus’ fawn appeared. “I love you, too, brat. Is
Vinculum there? I’d rather not use a school owl for this letter to my Lord, but
if I must, I will.”
 
Harry smiled and sent back an affirmative. He also asked if there were any
books on raising shadow Phoenixes.
 
Severus answered that there were some, if Harry wanted to look in a bookstore
for them. ‘Cool.’ Harry thought. He sent back a Patronus saying he’d talk to
Sirius about heading to Flourish and Blotts.
 
He was halfway down the stairs when Severus’ fawn found him again, making him
shriek and nearly jump out of his skin. “Have fun.” The Patronus said before
dissipating.
 
Harry shook his head at his own jumpiness and continued down the rest of the
way.
 
He got to the bottom of the stairs and found Sirius sitting in the parlour,
baby in the crook of one arm while he read a letter he was holding in the other
hand.
 
“Um, Siri?” Harry asked, not wanting to burden the man while he was caring for
Nigel, but seeing no other alternative. “Are you free at all today?”
 
Sirius looked up. “Nope. Answering mail and baby-sitting today. Got somewhere
you want to be?” He asked.
 
“I wanted to stop by a bookstore, but if you’re busy—”
 
“Magical or Muggle?” Sirius asked, setting the paper down and pulling a sheet
of parchment toward himself as he spoke.
 
“Um, magical. Why, does it matter? Are you less busy depending on where I want
to go?” Harry asked sarcastically.
 
“Don’t take that tone with me; I can still take you over my knee, it’ll just be
many times more embarrassing for you at this age. Talk to Ruby, she’s heading
to Diagon Alley today, she can bring you along and you can pop into a bookstore
there. Bring your money pouch, you might need it. She’s still in the bedroom
getting ready, I think.” Sirius told him.
 
“Brilliant! Thanks!” Harry said before heading up the stairs to the Master
bedroom, which Sirius and Ruby shared.
 
He knocked and was greeted by a soft, “Come on in, the door’s unlocked.”
 
He opened it and peeked in. “Hi.” He said.
 
Ruby smiled brightly. “I thought I smelled you. What’s on your mind, Harry?”
She asked brightly, applying the finishing touches to her makeup in the vanity
she had moved from the traditional Lady’s bedroom into Sirius’ when she moved
in.
 
Harry cleared his throat. “Um, Sirius sent me to ask if you’d bring me along to
Diagon Alley today. I wanted to buy a few books.” He told her.
 
Ruby nodded. “I don’t see why not. You’ll have to join me for some shopping. Of
the underclothes variety. Can you handle that?” She checked.
 
Harry flushed. “I… Suppose so.” He said.
 
Ruby laughed. “I might be able to help you find a little something to tempt
your mate with. Let’s leave the baby with Daddy and go have a little Omega
time, yeah?” She chirped, putting on earrings. “It’ll do everyone some good.”
 
*****
 
Harry shrunk his three new books and slipped them into his pocket. One was
about Dark Animals, shadow Phoenixes had a whole chapter to themselves, and
another was about strictly shadow Phoenixes. The last was about all Phoenixes,
which meant it might help him get a handle on Fawkes and his abilities, too.
 
Ruby smiled at him. “Ready?” She asked.
 
Harry nodded. “Yep. I got what I’ll need.” He said.
 
“Good. Let’s go clothes shopping, then.” Ruby said happily, linking arms with
Harry and heading out of the store. “Does Severus seem to like you in any
particular colours?” She asked Harry. “Most men have a preference.”
 
Harry flushed. “He seems fond of green. And possibly pink.” Harry added the
last, remembering that in the catalogue, almost every pink item or set was
marked in some way. They had bought three different sets, but Harry had yet to
wear them for his mate.
 
“Hmm, green is the colour of his Hogwarts house, isn’t it? The one he’s the
head of? It’s a given that he’d still be partial to that colour, then. And
pink? Does he like lace? Most men that have a preference for pinks like ultra-
feminine garments. Have you ever worn rufflebutt panties?” She asked with a
grin.
 
They headed into the clothing store and Ruby headed straight for the intimate
apparel section.
 
Harry flushed. “Generally, I shy away from anything with ribbons or ruffles.”
He explained.
 
Ruby looked him up and down. “Well, that’s going to stop. We’re getting you a
pair of bright red rufflebutts. Most men are drawn to them, for one reason or
another. It’s worth a shot.” She said, turning and sifting through a rack of
ruffled panties until she emerged with a bright red pair and a wide smile.
“Found some!” She cheered. “Here, hold these.” She handed them to Harry.
 
Harry watched her dive in for a pink thong, obviously made for a boy, and a
white g-string, designed for a girl.
 
“Are there boy things and girl things on the same rack?” Harry asked in
surprise.
 
Ruby nodded. “Oh, yes. They’re all Omega garments, after all. You just need to
be careful with what you buy. Make sure it was designed with your dimensions in
mind. This!” She pulled out a pair of crotchless panties, and Harry’s face
flamed.
 
“Umm…”
 
Ruby shot him a smile and giggled. “Don’t worry, dear. They’re not for you.”
She headed over to another rack and Harry followed. “You need a garter belt.
Black will work, I think.” She pulled one down and grabbed two pairs of silk
stockings. “Try them once. If he doesn’t absolutely devour you when he sees
this on you, you never need to wear it again. I think you’ll thank me.”
 
Harry eyed the garment as they headed toward a rack of negligees in varying
colours. “Do you really think he’ll like it that much?” He asked doubtfully.
 
Ruby smirked as she rifled through the offerings. “All men, Alphas in
particular, like to see their lover in stockings and a garter belt. He’ll go
mad for it.” She assured Harry, pulling out a sheer pink gown. “And here’s
something to wear the day before heat. You’ll spend heat mostly naked and
skewered on his knot, but the day before can be spent showing him what he’ll be
getting, and heaven knows the most comfortable things to wear during the day
after heat, when you’re super-sensitive, is things like this.” She grabbed a
white one for herself. “I think that’s enough embarrassment for today. Let’s
head to check-out.”
 
Harry sighed in relief. “Thank Merlin. I didn’t know it was possible to be
quite so scandalizedwhen shopping with the equivalent of one’s mother!”
 
Ruby laughed. “You’re mated, now. There no reason to censor myself. If you
don’t know what I’m talking about, your mate clearly isn’t doing his job.” She
said.
 
 
***** The Tipping Point *****
Harry opened the door to see Severus standing there.
 
“Are you ready to go?” The man asked.
 
“Sirius, Sev’s here! I’ll be back in a few hours! I promise I won’t have the
Dark Mark when I return!” Harry shouted.
 
“You’d betternot!” Sirius called out from the parlour.
 
“Have fun!” Ruby called out.
 
Harry stepped out and closed the door. “Leaky?” He asked.
 
Severus nodded. “We’ll take the knight bus.” He added, pulling out his wand.
 
Harry smiled and took Severus’ other hand. “This will be fun. I can’t wait to
see how Tom deals with a group of Omegas on equal footing. Especially the
twins. They always get the best reactions from people.”
 
Severus sighed. “No causing mayhem, and no needling the Dark Lord. Promise me.”
 
Harry pouted. “Just a little bit?” He asked hopefully.
 
“No.”
 
“Tiny needles?” He tried.
 
“If you make him angry—”
 
“I won’t go that far. Promise.” Harry said earnestly.
 
Severus nodded once. “Very well. So long as it doesn’t go too far, you can have
your fun.”
 
Harry grinned happily. “Sounds good to me.” He agreed.
 
*****
 
As the twins sat down, Tom smiled at the assembled group. “So here we are. The
Omegas who are going to better our world, and enact changes long overdue.
History will remember our names.” He said approvingly. “Firstly, I have good
news to share: I’m expecting. The child will be my heir, and is likely to be
the only child I have, since I have ambitions to fulfil, and thus, little time
for child-rearing.” He added.
 
“Congratulations.” George said.
 
Tom smiled at him. “Thank you. Now, as for the law we are working on. At this
point, we simply want to ensure equal protections from rape and murder to
Betas. That should be an easy enough law to open with. No Alpha can say that we
are not entitled to bodily autonomy and protection from those that would kill
us. We are not less than anyone else, nor are we expendable. The sooner
everyone realizes that, the sooner our plan can go forward.”
 
“Whatever the punishment is for raping an Omega, it should be double if the
Omega hasn’t presented yet.” Draco said softly.
 
Harry reached over and patted his hand.
 
“I agree. That’s reprehensible, and we shouldn’t have to stand for it. There’s
no excuse for forcing oneself on a child.” Tom said. “So, ten years for rape,
twenty for an unpresented being the victim. Life sentence for murder.”
 
Harry noticed the blue quill writing on a length of parchment.
 
Fred leaned forward. “What about if an Omega is mated against their will?” He
asked.
 
Tom nodded. “We’ll tackle that issue once this law is in place. It will be a
separate law in and of itself.” He said firmly. “This will be the first step,
but we can’t change things too fast, or tensions will rise and it will be
harder to pass the laws we are trying to push through.”
 
George sighed. “That’s true.”
 
*****
 
“Drinks?" Lucius suggested, taking glasses down from his cabinet. “What should
we have?”
 
Severus smiled. “We should see if the boys can play with the men. Scotch?” He
suggested.
 
Lucius smirked. “Wonderful idea.” He purred. He poured four glasses of scotch
and floated them to each person, then carried his own to his chair. He sat and
eyed Neville and Lee as they took their sips.
 
Neville handled his well, but Lee coughed a bit. “Wow. Strong.” He commented.
 
Lucius chuckled. “It’s not a drink for little boys, that’s for certain.”
 
Neville smiled. “We may be young, but we are grown Alphas. Presenting Alpha
makes you a legal adult. You don’t have to be an alcoholic to be a man. As a
matter of fact, Draco and Remus like that I don’t drink to excess.” He told
them.
 
Lucius narrowed his eyes at Neville. “Is that your way of casting aspersions on
my drinking habits?” He asked darkly.
 
Neville shrugged. “I’m just saying that Draco doesn’t like heavy drinking. I’m
not sure where he gets that from.” He said simply before taking another sip.
 
Lucius glowered at his head for a few moments. When Neville met his eyes again,
Lucius broke the stare and looked Severus’ way. “So, Severus, why are you going
along with this? I thought you liked the way the laws are.”
 
Severus frowned. “I want to see Harry happy. He wants to live a life
unconstrained by the laws that put him on the bottom. He deserves to feel equal
to everyone else.” He answered simply. “It’s not such a strange concept, I
don’t think.”
 
Lucius hummed and took a sip of his drink.
 
Lee took another sip. “I just want my mates to be able to be taken seriously.
If we don’t view them as equal to Alphas, or at least Betas, that will never
happen.” He said.
 
Neville snorted into his drink. “How can we learn to take them seriously?” He
asked incredulously. “When they don’t take anything seriously?”
 
Lee looked over at him and smiled. “They take some things seriously.” He said
salaciously.
 
Neville made a face. “Please, I’m trying to have a drink. Redheads are so not
my type.”
 
“They were your type when you caught their heat-scent.” Lee pointed out.
 
“Excuse me for presenting. It won’t happen again.” Neville shot back with a
smile. “That was an involuntary biological reaction. I couldn’t help it.”
 
Lee chuckled. “They smell great when they’re in heat. Fred smells like candy
apples and George smells like apple pie.” He said fondly. “Well, now they smell
like that and a campfire.” He amended.
 
Lucius frowned. “So altruistic, all of you. I’m doing this because my mate will
curse me silly if I don’t. I feel like he and Narcissa run things around here
now. I’m not even Master of my own house anymore.” He said bitterly.
 
“It’s not for the Alpha to be Master of the house. It’s our job to keep our
Omegas happy and safe, and they rule the household. A happy Omega makes life
much more pleasant than an unhappy one.” Severus pointed out.
 
Neville glared at Lucius. “You need to change the way you think about Omegas.
Your son was terrified of Alphas when I tried to gain his attention. He was
more willing to mate someone other than an Alpha rather than be under the sway
of a man who would mistreat and belittle him. I had to tread very carefully to
get him to see I wasn’t a bad man.”
 
Lucius growled at him. “I raised my son to respect Alphas—”
 
“Wrong.” Neville interrupted him. “You raised him to fear Alphas, and in doing
so you nearly destroyed the relationship he had with his Godfather, the one man
he should have been able to count on while he was away at school. You, Sir, are
a bad father.” He finished.
 
Lucius snarled and rose to his feet. “Who are you to speak to me that way?!” He
roared.
 
Neville shot to his feet and stepped into Lucius’ space. “I’m your son’s mate,
and it’s obviously something you need to hear! He hated the thought of being
under an Alpha like you, so he was going to poison himself to prevent that!
Your options were reduced to me as a son-in-law or burying your son! Which do
you prefer?”
 
Lucius stared into Neville’s eyes for a moment. “He was going to resort to
poison?” He whispered. “Did I misjudge my son so badly?”
 
Severus sighed. “Draco always was a resourceful boy. I’m not surprised he’d
choose to die on his own terms.”
 
Neville narrowed his eyes at Lucius. “You did. So sit the hell down, you
misogynistic pig.”
 
Lucius sat back down, stunned into silence by Neville’s words.
 
Neville shook his head and went back to his seat.
 
Severus met his eyes and raised his glass to the teen. “Bravo.” He said softly.
 
Neville shared a smile with him. “It needed to be said.” He said lightly.
 
Tom came into the room holding a scroll. He placed it in Lucius’ lap and leaned
in to kiss him. “I look forward to seeing this pass. It raises the sentences
for raping an Omega to ten years, twenty for raping an unpresented, and a life
sentence for murdering an Omega. Draco had a strange look in his eyes when he
suggested doubling the sentence for unpresented Omegas, so you might want to
put your differences aside and have a long heart-to-heart with your son.” He
told Lucius.
 
Lucius met his eyes in shock. “Draco? Surely he would have come to me if he was
having trouble in school with Alphas.”
 
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Lucius.” Severus drawled. “Talk to him.”
 
“I guess our little meeting is over, then?” Neville asked.
 
“Yes.” Lucius concurred dully. “Pick up your Omegas and go home. We’ll see each
other at the Wizengamot tomorrow.” He stood, clutching the scroll. “It seems I
have a lot to think about.”
 
The other Alphas filed out of the room and went to the white parlour to pick up
their mates.
 
Draco rushed up to Neville and clung to him, clenching his fists in the
material of his robes. “Take me home, Alpha. Take me home and make me forget.”
 
Neville brought his arms up to encircle Draco’s waist. “Shh, Love, it’s okay.
I’ve got you.”
 
“But he almost had me first. And today’s discussion brought it all back to
mind.” Draco whispered brokenly.
 
Every occupant of the room felt their heart break as the scent of Draco’s
distress quickly filled the room.
 
Neville led Draco to the receiving room and Lee and the twins followed.
 
“Are you alright? Did it bring back thoughts of McLaggen?” Severus checked with
Harry.
 
Harry shrugged. “Doesn’t really matter, does it? Even if it did, I still have
to go home to Grimmauld tonight.”
 
“True. But I foresaw this issue coming up.” Severus reached into a pocket and
pulled out a vial. “Calming draught, and a little bit of the Sweet Dreams
potion. Take it before bed and I assure you, he will not grace your dreams
tonight.” He said, handing it to Harry.
 
Harry took it with a smile and reached up to pull Severus into a kiss. “Thank
you. You’re always so considerate of me.”
 
Severus took his hand. “It’s my duty to think of you first. My duty, and my
pleasure.” He said. “Let’s get you home.”
***** The First Law *****
Neville met Lee in the Ministry atrium and they checked in together.
 
“Thank you for helping me with this. I never got trained in Wizengamot
protocol, so I have no idea how this is supposed to go.” Lee said softly.
 
Neville shot him a grin. “Act like you belong there and don’t be nervous. They
can smell fear. But you know that.” He said lightly.
 
“I’m not nervous enough to put off a scent, thank Merlin.” Lee said seriously.
 
“I’ll make your introductions. You need a Lord to vet for you, since you aren’t
Bloodline-linked. Lucius vetted Severus when he came in to act as Lord Potter’s
proxy.” Neville explained.
 
Lee frowned. “Do they trust you enough for you to vet someone?” He asked.
 
Neville grinned, and Lee could see the hunger for a fight shining in his eyes.
“If they don’t respect me yet, they will soon.” He vowed.
 
They entered courtroom one and Neville led Lee to the vacant Slytherin seat.
“Lee Jordan, acting as proxy for Lord Slytherin, Omega Tom Riddle. I stand for
him and assure the assembled that he will act with honour and due thought
before placing his votes in a manner Lord Slytherin would approve of.” He said
as Lee sat.
 
Severus stood. “I accept Mr. Jordan as proxy for Lord Slytherin.” He said
clearly.
 
Lucius stood and spoke next. “I accept Mr. Jordan as proxy for my mated Omega,
Lord Slytherin.”
 
“Three have spoken for this Alpha. Let it stand that Mr. Lee Jordan is proxy
for Lord Slytherin.” Neville said, then turned and headed for his seat.
 
Thomas Yarrow, the Lord seated next to Lee, turned and eyed him. “You’re a
supporter of the Dark Lord?” He asked in an undertone.
 
Lee smiled and shrugged. “An equal partner for all intents and purposes, for
now. I’m not a Death Eater, if that’s what you’re asking.” He explained.
 
Thomas nodded. “He must trust you.” He noted.
 
“He knows I will vote the way he wants on the topics that matter to him. For
now, I am useful. It serves us both. If and when that changes, I know he will
allow me to step away and live to tell the tale. That’s all one can hope for
when dealing with a strong and gifted Wizard.” Lee told him.
 
Lucius stood and cleared his throat. “I bring forward a bill for discussion and
vote. It would give Omegas more protections than are in place right now. It
would raise the penalty for raping an Omega to ten years in Azkaban, twenty if
the Omega has yet to present, and would raise the penalty for killing one to a
life in Azkaban. Discussion is now open.”
 
Harold Ricken, Lord Ricken, stood up. “Why would we want to give them more
protection? Aren’t their Alphas protection enough? We guard them fiercely and
zealously, there’s no reasonto give them more than that.”
 
Frank Abbott stood as soon as Lord Ricken sat. “My daughter is an Omega, and if
someone were to threaten her chastity before she presented, you bet I’d want
the perverted fucker thrown in Azkaban to rot for awhile. And it would destroy
me if they only got a slap on the wrist for killing my baby girl! I support the
bill.” He said firmly, then sat back down.
 
When it looked like no one else was going to speak, Severus stood up. “My mate
is my everything.” He began fervently. “He was sexually assaulted at school.
The young Alpha that laid hands on my claimed Omega got away with no
punishment, because what could I do? My Lord Potter is only an Omega, after
all. He is merely my property, not a living, breathing young man with feelings
and a long life ahead of him that he will spend with what almost happened
playing in his mind every time I touch him. This bill comes too late for him,
but he will be able to sleep easier knowing that if something like that happens
again, Merlin forbid, he will have legal recourse to seek at least a small bit
of justice. I would like nothing more than to spare all of you the pain of
seeing your mate trembling and crying as another Alpha rips their clothing from
their body.” He finished, then sat back down.
 
“I call for a vote on the bill.” Neville said. “All those in favour?”
 
About two-thirds of the hands went up.
 
Neville pressed his lips together. At this rate at least fifteen needed to
abstain for it to pass.
 
“Those abstaining?” He asked.
 
Hands rose, and he counted quickly, and felt his heart lift.
 
Seventeen.
 
“The bill passes.” Lucius said.
 
The clerk whose job it was to file new laws took the scroll and hurried off to
file it in the appropriate place and run the content of the bill in the Daily
Prophet so the public would know.
 
“Are there any other matters to discuss today?” Lucius asked.
 
Arthur Weasley stood up. “The dragon reserve—”
 
“Have you found a suitable location?” Severus asked.
 
“Well, no, but—”
 
“Then kindly do not waste our time, Lord Weasley. We will reconvene tomorrow.
The rest of the day is yours, gentlemen.” Lucius said.
 
The Lords all stood and began filing out.
 
Lee met up with Neville and smiled widely. “That wasn’t so bad! We got it
passed!” He said happily.
 
Neville smiled and nodded. “We did. Now I plan to go home and have celebratory
sex with my mates.”
 
Lee frowned. “Who’s your second mate?” He asked.
 
“Remus. Lupin.” He answered.
 
Lee goggled at him. “The Werewolf?!” He asked in shock.
 
Neville snorted. “Yes, that one. He’s a good man. You liked him before you
found about his ‘furry little problem.’” He pointed out.
 
Lee gave him a flat stare. “He almost ate Harry.” He pointed back.
 
“He was out of his mind on moonbeams, and he felt sincerely guilty afterwards.
The only reason we were able to include him in the bond at all is because of
his condition, and since there are safeguards built into our house, we ignore
it. Besides, soon Draco will be able to brew him Wolfsbane. He’ll be harmless,
then.” Neville seemed to be finished, but then he added, “Don’t tell me how to
live my life. I’m an Alpha as much as you, and I will defend my mates from all
comers. Violently if necessary.”
 
Lee shook his head. “I’m not going up against the person who raged out on
Cormac McLaggen and decided to shack up with a Werewolf. You’re more badass
than me.”
 
Neville smiled as they reached the atrium. “Good. See you later.” He said
lightly.
 
“See you.” Lee said before Flooing home to the flat above the shop the twins
had bought.
 
Neville smiled and Flooed back to his house.
 
He was immediately waylaid by Draco, who had been cuddling on the couch with
Remus.
 
The Werewolf looked a bit put out at this, but his interest sharpened at
Draco’s words.
 
“How did it go?” The blond asked urgently.
 
Neville smiled widely. “It passed. One step closer.”
 
Draco cheered and began peppering his face with kisses. “Bedroom.” The blond
muttered against his mouth. “Now.”
 
Neville grabbed Remus’ hand and the three made their way to the bedroom.
 
Remus stopped before they reached the bed and cleared his throat. “I know this
isn’t the way we usually do things, and I like our usual dynamic, but I was
thinking that maybe, this one time, we could… Switch things up?” He questioned.
 
Neville cocked his head. “How so?”
 
Remus smiled. “I was thinking that I could spectate and… Tell you what I want
to see. I want to have you two follow my directives this once. I wouldn’t
normally ask this, but… The full is tomorrow, and Mooney has certain… Urges.”
He explained.
 
Neville looked at Draco, who was gazing back at him hopefully. Clearly, his
mates had already discussed this. “I’m up for it.” He answered easily, dropping
Draco’s hand. “What do you want me to do?”
 
Remus smiled and sat in the armchair they had in the room for exactly this
purpose. It gave the seated person a perfectly clear view of the bed. “Undress.
Slowly. Draco, watch, but don’t touch him or yourself.”
 
Neville began to strip, slowly and methodically. He folded each item of
clothing and placed them in a neat pile next to the bed. Every time he bent to
lay a new item down, Draco, who had a great view of his backside, whimpered
with longing.
 
Once he was naked, Remus spoke again, and Neville noticed that he was still
dressed, aside from his cock, which was out. “Draco, remove your clothing. Make
sure you give Neville a good show, like he did for you.”
 
Draco smirked and began removing his clothes, but he turned it into a strip
tease, gyrating his hips and swaying to a beat only he could hear while he cast
coy glances at his Alpha, who was growing harder by the minute.
 
Once Draco was naked, he looked to Remus for guidance.
 
Remus moaned. “Good, good. Draco, get on the bed and present for your Alpha.”
He said, voice roughened with desire.
 
Draco let out a pleased hum and got on the bed on all fours, dropping his
shoulders to the bed and canting his hips up.
 
“Get on the bed with him.” Remus ordered Neville, and the Alpha hurried to
obey.
 
He knelt behind Draco. “Please tell me I get to touch him now.” He begged.
 
Remus chuckled darkly. “Oh, you do. Give him ten swats on the arse, five on
each cheek. I want to see pink on that lily white flesh when you’re done.” He
purred.
 
Draco shivered at the tone, then yelped when the first swat landed. Neville
wasn’t being gentle, but for some reason, Draco liked it that way.
 
Neville rained down the remaining nine swats in quick succession, and by the
time he was finished, Draco’s ass was pink and slightly warmer than the rest of
his body.
 
Remus grinned at the pretty picture his mates made. “Beautiful, the both of
you. Now Neville, I want you to rim Draco. Get him nice and wet—”
 
“I am nice and wet!” Draco protested, obviously keen to get a sound fucking.
 
“Interruptions means another five—hell, let’s keep it even—six swats.” Remus
said.
 
Draco whined, but buried his face in the pillow and stayed in position.
 
Neville smiled and added three swats to each side.
 
“As I was saying,” Remus continued as though nothing had happened, “Get him
nice and wet, because he’s not getting any lube but your saliva and his own
slick.”
 
Neville spread Draco’s cheeks and dove in, lapping up the slick that tasted of
sugar cookies and freshly cut grass, plus a hint of wild musk that was all
Remus. He drove his tongue forward looking for more of that taste, adding his
own saliva to the mix and making the Omega so wet he was dripping down his
thighs.
 
“That’s good.” Remus said, and Neville stopped.
 
“Now, flip him over—Draco, don’t help—and see how hard you’ve made him.”
 
Neville grabbed Draco by the hips and—with an impressive show of Alpha
strength—flipped him onto his back, causing his hair to fan out around his head
as he lost his breath at the abrupt movement. He reached out and closed his
hand around Draco’s cock.
 
Draco closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he moaned.
 
“Oh, he’s hard, all right.” Neville smirked down at his Omega. “Hot, too. Do I
get to fuck him now?” He asked eagerly.
 
Remus chuckled. “Yes, now I want to see you two make love for my eyes alone.
Perform for me, my beauties.”
 
Neville needed no more prompting. He quickly lined up with Draco’s wet hole and
slid in. Both teens moaned loudly at the sensation after all that build-up.
 
Remus leaned back in his chair and fisted himself with the same pace Neville
was using—not too fast, but he clearly meant business.
 
Draco whimpered and mewled, arching and rolling his hips, trying to draw
Neville in even deeper, and Neville finally snapped. His eyes bled red, fangs
lengthened, and he growled. He grabbed Draco’s wrists and pinned them above the
blond’s head.
 
Draco whimpered again, this time a sound born partly of fear, and Remus cursed.
 
“Neville, s—”
 
“No!” Draco shouted urgently, wide eyes staring up at his Alpha caught in the
grip of a spontaneous Rut. “You can’t stop him now, he needs to knot or beat
someone to a pulp. I’ll take the knotting. I have to put this stupid fear aside
once and for all.” He looked at Neville with obvious love beneath a small bit
of residual fear. “Besides, it’s Neville. He’d never hurt me.”
 
Remus nodded and watched as Neville continued to claim his Omega in the way
that only an Alpha could.
 
He felt his knot swelling and buried it deep, Draco wincing at the
uncomfortable fullness, even as he came hard.
 
Remus came as Draco did, brought on by the sound of the blond’s release.
 
Draco ran his fingers over Neville’s heaving back. “Are you all right?” He
asked.
 
Neville raised his head and nodded, red receding. “That was wild.” He said. “I
didn’t scare you, did I?”
 
Draco smiled sheepishly. “A little.” He admitted. “But I was able to realize
that you would never hurt me like he wanted to. You’re my strong and gentle
Alpha. My fierce protector.” He said softly.
 
Neville smiled and kissed him. “I am that. And now we’re stuck like this for
awhile. Naptime?” He suggested.
 
Draco and Remus chuckled. “Sounds good.” The Werewolf said, stripping and
getting into bed to curl around the pair.
 
They drifted off in a sweaty but happy pile of bodies.
***** Back To School *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“God, it’s good to be going back!” Harry declared, throwing himself into a seat
across from Draco.
 
Draco smiled. “Missing your mate?” He asked in an understanding tone. “I know I
would after being separated all summer.”
 
Harry nodded. “Yeah. I got to see him over the summer a few times, but it
wasn’t the same.” He told Draco.
 
Neville looked up from his book and grinned. “You’re missing the sex, aren’t
you?” He teased.
 
Harry flushed and chuckled. “Among other things, yes. My bed is awfully empty
and cold, now that I’ve gotten used to being wrapped up in his arms at night.
It’ll be nice to sleep together again. Although tonight, I doubt there will be
much actual sleeping going on.”
 
Draco snorted. “Have a hankering, do we?”
 
“I can only hope Severus does, too.” Harry answered.
 
Neville smiled. “I bet he misses you just as much. He may not display it
outwardly, he’s a lot like me in that respect, but an Alpha’s sex drive is
always high. We can keep it in check if need be—most of us, at least—but why
hold back when we have our mate in front of us, dripping wet and gagging for
it?” He purred, wrapping an arm around Draco’s shoulders and pulling the blond
closer to press a kiss to the side of his head as the blond blushed and smiled
happily.
 
Harry smiled at them. “You two are so cute together.” He said.
 
Ron threw open the door and dashed in, shutting it behind him and peering out
the window. “Go away, go away, go away—”
 
Harry blinked several times in confusion, then asked, “Who do you want to ‘go
away,’ exactly?”
 
Ron didn’t turn from the window, but responded, “Lyanna. She’s a third cousin
of mine, on Dad’s side, and she starts at Hogwarts this year. She’s convinced
we’re going to marry someday. Girl’s mad, I tell you!”
 
Suddenly, a head popped up from the other side of the door, smiling at Ron.
 
“Shit! She found us!” Ron said as the girl opened the door.
 
“Go away, this compartment’s full.” Ron said.
 
“That’s fine. I’ll sit on your lap. I’m small, we can make it work.” The girl
assured Ron, who sat down, groaning in defeat.
 
“Hi. I’m Harry.” Harry said, holding out a hand for her to shake.
 
She shook it, smiling. “Lyanna Weasley. I’ve heard of you, of course, who
hasn’t, and I’ve heard you were an Omega. The gene skipped me, but I have two
older sisters who are homeschooled because they’re Omegas, and my parents don’t
want them around Alphas while they aren’t there to keep an eye on them.”
 
“Probably a good idea.” Harry muttered, thinking of the close calls both he and
Draco had experienced. Hogwarts definitely wasn’t the safest place for an
Omega.
 
“But I’m a Beta, so I get to leave the house and go away to school. And I get
to be with you.” She said happily, grabbing onto Ron’s arm and holding fast to
it.
 
Ron tried to shrug her off, but she refused to be moved. “Lyanna…” He groaned.
 
Draco watched the two with a gleam in his eye, then grabbed Lyanna by the arm.
“Hang on. I think I can fix this little problem.” He said, then drug the girl
outside the compartment.
 
Harry went to the window and watched as the two conversed in low tones, looking
very intent on the conversation.
 
Draco began explaining something to her, and her eyes widened, then she began
nodding. After Draco finished explaining whatever he’d been telling her, they
opened the door and came back in.
 
“I suppose you’re right, Draco. There are other fish in the sea, and now that
I’m going to Hogwarts, my options are nearly limitless. I can find someone
else.” Lyanna said with a small smile.
 
Ron sighed in relief, giving Draco a thankful look, and relaxed into his seat.
 
Lyanna squeezed in beside him and looked around at everyone. “So, what are we
going to talk about? What were you discussing before Ron and I joined you?” She
asked.
 
The three teens blushed.
 
“Something we aren’t discussing with an eleven-year-old around.” Neville told
her firmly.
 
Lyanna frowned, then her face cleared and she blushed brightly. “Oh!” She
giggled, then shook her head. “How about we talk about the professors at
Hogwarts? That’s a safe topic, right?” She glanced at Harry. “Except for one
little detail, but we’ll gloss over that.”
 
Neville and Draco immediately began telling her all about which teachers to
listen to, and where she’d be able to get away with more.
 
Harry sat back and waited for his turn to explain his mate’s temperament and
particulars.
 
*****
 
Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table, eyes immediately scanning the Head
Table for those familiar black orbs he loved so much. He found them and smiled
happily as the two sets of eyes met, both mates taking in how their
counterparts looked after being apart so long.
 
Harry sent a wave of love down the bond, then turned his attention to the
sorting.
 
Lyanna, to Harry’s surprise, sorted Slytherin. She grinned and flounced happily
over to the Slytherin table, where Draco was sitting. He moved aside to give
her room and Harry could see him introducing her to Blaise, who shook her hand
and seemed to welcome her easily.
 
Once the sorting was concluded, the tables filled with food, and everyone
settled in to eat. Harry and Severus chatted through the bond, focusing halfway
on the conversation and halfway on their food.
 
When Harry finished his food, he poked at the bond and asked his mate, ‘Should
I head to our rooms, or wait for you?’
 
‘I’m afraid I have a teacher’s meeting to attend. I’ll join you in our rooms
after.’ Severus told him.
 
Harry pouted, then sighed. ‘Fine. I need to stop by the Owlery and grab
Hedwig’s nest. Is there a way for Vinculum to get into and out of your rooms?
For hunting purposes.’
 
Severus sent a wave of amusement along the bond. ‘You’re not the most observant
student I’ve ever had, that’s for certain.’
 
Harry frowned, until Severus continued.
 
‘Yes, there is a large opening above my door that allows him access, in case
there is something being delivered that needs immediate delivery and he returns
at a time other than meals. He will know how to get there, and Hedwig will
figure it out quickly.’ He explained.
 
‘Good. The babies are nearly ready to leave the nest, but they still need a few
more weeks, I think. Once they are grown, I’ll move them to the Owlery.’
 
‘That’s acceptable. I just don’t want them living in our rooms indefinitely.’
Severus returned. ‘Get going, and let me know when you are safely back in the
rooms. Don’t undress without me. It’s been too long, and I want the pleasure of
unwrapping you tonight. You’re my gift for not cursing Black all summer.’
 
Harry laughed. ‘Alright. I’ll wait for you to come back before bed. Make it
worth my while.’ He teased.
 
‘Don’t I always?’ Severus purred.
 
Harry headed to the Owlery to retrieve his owl and her nest. He carefully took
it down and brought it to his and Severus’ rooms, setting up Hedwig’s cage atop
a bookshelf that wasn’t too high for him to reach.
 
Once he was finished, Hedwig perched on the edge of the nest and inspected her
Owlets. Harry watched her with a smile. “How would you feel about me giving
your babies to people as gifts? I know the twins will need an owl, preferably a
reliable one, and Neville, Draco and Remus would probably appreciate one,
though they usually use Patronus messages.” He mused.
 
Hedwig hooted and tilted her head quizzically.
 
Harry shrugged. “’Course, if I do that, I can’t really leave Ron out. Errol is
getting on, he’s all but useless already, so Ron needs an owl that won’t be too
tired from a delivery to make it back home after delivering things. This is all
supposing they got your temperament rather than Vinculum’s.” He finished. “So
far, they seem great. They’re nice to me.”
 
Hedwig hooted again, and it sounded like approval to Harry.
 
“Thanks, girl. I’ll leave you to things for now. I have a few things I need to
do.” Harry told her, then went into the bedroom and saw his trunk at the foot
of the bed. He decided to leave it for now, but he knew it wouldn’t be there
long before it was emptied and his things were given permanent places in his
mate’s rooms.
 
He opened his trunk and dug around for the vial he was looking for. He found it
and went to place it on Severus’ desk. It was obvious enough that it was the
first thing you saw when you looked at the desk, but Harry had a feeling his
mate would only have eyes for him when he returned.
 
The door opened and a voice called through the crack, “Is everyone decent?”
 
Harry laughed. “Yes, Draco. Severus is at a meeting right now.”
 
Draco opened the door the rest of the way and came in. “Yes, he told me at the
end of last year that the first day consisted of the students returning, the 
Sorting, and a long and tedious meeting. I reckoned it was pretty likely that
you were in here alone. So I came to keep you company. Just until Uncle Sev
returns. Then I’ll go so you two can… Get reacquainted.” He said, wiggling his
eyebrows and grinning.
 
Harry rolled his eyes. “I appreciate that, because I intend to reacquaintmyself
with him very vigorously.” He told the blond, and they both chuckled. “So,
where are your rooms with Neville?”
 
Draco smiled brightly. “Actually, very close to yours. You know that door about
thirty yards down the hall?” He asked.
 
“Yeah. Is that where you are?” Harry asked incredulously.
 
Draco nodded. “McGonagall gave us the option of staying down here, or a room
nearer the Gryffindor Common Room. I was able to convince Neville that it
wouldn’t be so bad to constantly have a good excuse to drag me into bed to
‘warm me up.’” His grin widened. “We share a wall, too!” He said excitedly.
 
Harry snorted. “Which means nothing, as that wall is stone, but I’m happy for
you, all the same.” He said dryly.
 
“I suppose you’re right, but at the same time, this means it’s going to be so
easy to hang out together! Oh, and the advice I gave Lyanna earlier was to play
hard to get and date other students. Make Ron jealous. If it doesn’t work, it
will probably help her figure out what else she likes in a man so she can
choose someone else.” Draco shrugged. “Win-win.” He added lightly. “Pansy and
Blaise both like her. Daphne Greengrass is willing to give her the benefit of
the doubt, for now. I think she’ll get on well in Slytherin. She’s far enough
removed from the other Weasleys that she starts with a clean slate.”
 
Harry nodded. “And I’m sure she appreciates that fact.” He added in faux
seriousness.
 
“Shut up, you git.” Draco shot back with a small smile. “Anyway, I’ll sit with
the Slytherins tomorrow for breakfast and check up on her, then encourage her
to sit with you lot for lunch. If I switch back and forth often enough, she’ll
get the point that it’s okay with McGonagall and hopefully she’ll be
comfortable enough to sit where she wants, when she wants.” He finished.
 
“Ron will probably like that. He may be against marrying her, but I’m sure he
wants to make sure she’s happy here.” Harry mused.
 
“I would certainly want to, if I were him. He knows how dangerous Slytherin can
be for the unfortunate. It’s got to have him worried. The only reason I’m not
too worried is that she’s got Pansy on her side, and she’s not an Omega. Betas
are generally left alone.”
 
Just as Harry was about to respond, the door flew open, and his words stuck in
his throat.
 
Severus was stalking toward him, sparing not a glance for Draco, so intent was
he on his mate.
 
“Leave.” He ground out as he neared the couch, eyes fixed firmly on Harry’s.
 
Draco shot up off the couch and was at the door in a flash. “Have fun!” He sang
out as he shut the door behind himself.
 
Severus pressed Harry down against the arm of the couch, covering his mate’s
body with his own, kissing him until his head was spinning. “Bedroom, or right
here? Either way, the first round will likely be rough and unembellished, but I
assure you, it will not be the last for tonight.” He promised, dark eyes
burning with lust.
 
Harry shivered, and took a moment to consider his options.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Next chapter picks up right where this one leaves off.
     So, which would you prefer--Couch sex, or should they make it to the
     bedroom for the first round after all?
***** A Sexy Welcome Back *****
Harry shivered as Severus sucked on his pulse point. “Um. Right here works for
me.” He moaned as Severus’ hand slid up his trouserless leg and found his
panties—and the stockings, no doubt.
 
Severus paused, and his hand ran halfway down Harry’s leg, then back up.
“What’s this?” He purred, grabbing the bottom of Harry’s robe and pulling it up
to his waist. “Oh, fuck, Harry.” He whispered upon seeing the garter belt and
stockings.
 
Harry flushed. “Do you like them?” He asked shyly.
 
“Whatever possessed you to wear them? I love them, don’t get me wrong, but it’s
quite unlike you.” Severus said, tracing them and running his fingers over the
rufflebutts as well.
 
“I just… Um… Ruby said you might like them. The panties, too.” He explained.
 
Severus considered the panties carefully. “Do you like the panties?” He asked
curiously.
 
Harry shrugged. “I can live with them.” He said. “If you like them.”
 
Severus chuckled. “They’re nice, but I could live without them. Red isn’t
exactly my colour. If you want to wear ruffles, I’d prefer to see you in black.
It sets off your skin tone wonderfully. Mm, the stockings are absolutely
delicious.” He said, pulling off the panties, but leaving the stockings on. “I
want those to stay on for now. I like the look of them.” He pulled Harry up and
spun him around, bending him over the back of the couch. “Brace yourself.”
 
He reached down to find how slick Harry was—which was very—and opened his
trousers and positioned himself without removing any clothes. He thrust forward
and sank in, groaning in relief as he felt Harry’s body welcoming him home.
 
Harry’s breath hitched at the initial burn, then was let out in a long, low
moan as Severus sank in deep. “Oh, I missed this! I don’t know how I lasted all
summer!” He said.
 
“An amazing show of restraint.” Severus told him, then set his teeth into
Harry’s neck.
 
Harry mewled, and wriggled a bit, just to feel Severus’ cock stretching him
again.
 
Severus chuckled, pulling back enough to land a firm smack on Harry’s arse.
“Stay still and let me take my pleasure from your body, Minx!” He teased.
 
Harry smiled and laid his upper body over the end of the couch, going limp and
pliant. “So use me, Alpha.” He goaded.
 
Severus growled and redoubled his efforts, hearing the little moans Harry
couldn’t hold back escaping him with every thrust. “What were you saying,
Love?” He growled in Harry’s ear.
 
Harry let out a long, wordless moan, since he was currently unable to form
words, let alone string them together into a sentence that would make any kind
of sense.
 
Severus chuckled, rubbing his stubble against Harry’s face and giving him
shivers. “Mm, well spoken, Love.” He said, amusement thick in his voice. “I
wholeheartedly agree.” He then reached under the folds of Harry’s bunched-up
robes to grasp his cock, and Harry’s brain short-circuited.
 
He lay there, occasionally letting out a moan or whimper, as Severus pounded
into him and stroked his cock at the same feverish pace. He could feel his
orgasm building, bearing down on him with all the intensity of a freight train,
while Severus’ cock pulsed and seemed to grow impossibly harder, though,
thankfully, he wasn’t knotting Harry this time.
 
Harry came with a loud wail and Severus growled in his ear, clutching him close
and following him into the void of infinite pleasure. They drifted there for a
few minutes, regaining their breath and higher brain functions as the afterglow
faded and Severus softened and slipped from Harry’s body.
 
“We should get up and move to the bed.” Severus said, though he seemed entirely
unwilling to do so.
 
Harry shifted, pushing his mate off of him.
 
Severus half-heartedly rolled, landing on his back on the couch, looking up at
Harry.
 
Harry cleaned them both with a wave of his wand and walked over to the desk,
retrieving the vial. He brought it to Severus.
 
Severus looked it over and shook his head with a smile. “This is not gold,
Harry. It’s yellow. Drinking this will only make you sick. Unless you can be
lucky enough to keep it down without the luck the real potion would bestow upon
you.” He said.
 
Harry pouted. “Yeah, I thought that might be the case.” He muttered.
 
Severus chuckled. “Still, it was a good effort, and you came somewhat close.
Five points to Gryffindor for effort.”
 
Harry beamed. “Really?!” He asked excitedly.
 
“Don’t make me regret it.” Severus warned.
 
Harry took the potions vial and stared at it. “What should I do with my
failure?” He asked.
 
Severus chuckled. “You can pour it down the bathroom sink. It won’t react badly
with anything. With this colour, it would have very little effect.”
 
Harry shrugged and went into the bathroom to get rid of his potion.
 
When he came back out, Severus had opened his shirt and was propped up on one
elbow gazing in the direction of the bathroom.
 
Harry hummed in appreciation and came forward to drape himself over Severus as
his hands roved over the chest bared to his gaze. “I love your body.” He
murmured to Severus as he ran his fingertips over nipples and downward to dip
into his navel.
 
Severus grabbed his hand and brought it to his lips to kiss his fingertips.
“You should love my body in bed. We really should move.” He said.
 
Harry got up and stripped off his robe and shirt, smiling at his mate. “Well,
come on.” He cajoled. “Let’s get to the bedroom.”
 
Severus stood and dropped his shirt to the floor, then rushed Harry and pressed
him against the wall beside the bookshelf Hedwig’s cage sat on. He looked at
the bird and gave her a nod. “Owl.” He said lightly, then turned his eyes to
Harry again. “Mate.” He purred, then leaned in and claimed Harry’s mouth.
 
Harry hummed into his mouth and lifted one leg to wrap halfway around Severus’
waist.
 
Severus returned the hum and grabbed Harry’s buttock and the other leg,
hoisting him up to pin him against the wall. He rocked his hips against Harry
and broke the kiss. “Bed.” He panted.
 
Harry moaned softly, then glanced down. “If you want me to walk, you have to
put me down.” He pointed out.
 
Severus growled. “Don’t want to put you down.” He muttered. He reluctantly set
Harry on his feet and let him go. “Bedroom.” He ordered.
 
Harry rushed to the bed and sat on the edge. “Coming?” He asked.
 
Severus strode into the room, taking off his trousers at the door. “Hopefully
not before you do.” He purred, pressing Harry backward into the bed.
 
“I already came once.” Harry pointed out.
 
Severus smirked. “And I’m going to make you come again.” He purred. He loomed
over Harry and trailed one hand down the teen’s chest to the garter belt,
toying with it as he admired the garment on his mate. “Really, I never thought
I’d get to see you in something like this. I really do like it. You should wear
it frequently.” He suggested.
 
Harry laughed. “I’ll wear it when I want to. Don’t worry, it’ll probably be
more often than you’re thinking. I quite like the effect it has on you.” He
said, tugging Severus down and into a kiss.
 
“It makes me want to eat you up.” Severus muttered against Harry’s mouth.
 
Harry broke the kiss to giggle. “Well, I’m here and I’m all yours; what’s
stopping you?”
 
Severus growled and moved down Harry’s body to take the teen’s cock into his
mouth. He swallowed the entire thing and growled around it.
 
Harry arched back and buried his hands in Severus’ hair, holding on for dear
life as his mate licked and sucked at him with abandon. He looked down to see
Severus staring up at him, the edges of his irises bleeding red. Harry frowned.
“Don’t you Alpha-out on me.” He said warningly.
 
Severus glared up at him and teeth came into contact with his cock.
 
“Ow!” Harry balled up a fist and hit his shoulder. “Don’t do that again or I’ll
take your favourite lolly away and you won’t get it back tonight!” He
threatened.
 
Severus released his cock to point out, “That would punish you as much as me.”
 
“Well, I’m willing to put up with it.” Harry said firmly.
 
“Very well, I’ll stop biting you.” He pulled away to give Harry room and
ordered, “Present.”
 
Harry scrambled to hands and knees, pressing his upper body into the pillows
and canting his hips up. “Fuck me!” He panted, wiggling his hips. “Fuck me,
fuck me, fuck me—”
 
“I fully intend to.” Severus said smugly before tracing a finger over Harry’s
hole. He frowned. “I thought you were wetter than that.” He murmured.
 
“Scourgify cleans up slick, too. We may have to use lube.” Harry said
sheepishly.
 
Severus scowled and landed a swat on his arse. “You shouldn’t be cleaning up my
cum anyway. If I want you dripping with it, I should get to see it sliding down
your thighs until I am satisfied that you’ll smell of me for days.”
 
Harry snorted. “I’m going to smell like you forever, cum or no. Mating bond,
remember?”
 
Severus swatted him again. “Don’t back talk me.” He ordered.
 
Harry rolled his eyes and said, “Yes, Alpha. Are you going to put something in
me, or—” He cried out as Severus’ lubed cock slid into him with no warning.
“That’s better!” He moaned softly.
 
Severus chuckled and began moving, setting a brisk pace as he drove in, pulling
Harry’s hips back to meet his thrusts as he admired the stocking-clad toes that
were curling and uncurling to either side of him as he fucked his mate.
 
“So, about the new defence professor—” Severus began.
 
Harry groaned. “Can we talk when you’re done with me? I can’t concentrate on
anything but your cock right now!” He managed to get out.
 
Severus hummed. “I suppose.” He sped up and reached around to grasp Harry’s
cock, working him with the same pace he was using to pound into him.
 
Harry buried his face in the pillow and let out a near-constant moan of
pleasure as his mate let go and pounded away.
 
Severus finished in record time, just barely bringing off Harry first and slid
to the side next to his mate with a heartfelt groan. “I may be getting too old
for this.” He muttered.
 
Harry dropped to the bed and turned his head to peer at his mate. “You’re not
old.” He denied. “You’re just mature, that’s all.”
 
Severus snorted. “Which is a very pretty way to say old.” He shot back. “The
defence professor.” He prompted.
 
Harry rolled onto his side and propped himself up on an elbow. “I’m listening.”
He said.
 
“He is an Alpha.” Severus made a face. “An Alpha that dabbles in many subjects,
but the Dark Arts and defence against them happen to be his specialties. He
usually takes a teacher’s aide from each class, the most talented student—which
will undoubtedly be you—and has them help him with practical demonstrations and
sometimes extra credit work. This will mean spending extra time with him,
outside of class. I worry for you. He’s old-fashioned, he may take a fancy to
you and decide it’s okay to try and steal you away. Promise me you will be
careful around him until you know for sure he can be trusted.”
 
Harry smiled. “Severus, I only want you, I’ve only ever wanted you. You don’t
need to worry, if he shows an interest, I’ll be sure to remind him that I’m
engaged to an Alpha I am very much in love with.” He assured his mate. “Now,
let’s go to sleep. Tomorrow I have a snarky bastard first thing, I can almost
guarantee it. I can’t afford to go to his class tired.” He teased.
 
Severus huffed and swatted his hip, since his arse was out of reach. “Impudent
brat!”
 
Harry let out a soft giggle as Severus waved his wand, plunging the room into
darkness.
 
“Good night.” He said happily.
 
“Sweet dreams, my love.” Severus returned warmly.
***** Professor Kaine *****
“Father should be Flooing anytime to talk. I wonder what changed his mind.”
Draco mused.
 
“Tom.” Neville answered evenly. “You realize that your Father now has
suspicions about what Avery did to you. Or, almost did.”
 
Draco winced. “I don’t really want to talk about that.” He said apprehensively.
 
“Regardless, your father will likely bring it up.” Neville warned him. “He
knows that something happened, and I’m sure he feels entitled to know what
happened.”
 
“You’re probably right.” Draco admitted reluctantly.
Lucius’ head appeared in the fire. “Draco?” He called out.
 
Draco knelt in front of the fire on the cushion Neville had gotten for exactly
that purpose. He knew Draco and Remus would be Floo-calling each other
frequently, so he had gotten them both cushions to give them something to kneel
on besides the hard floor.
 
“Hello, Father.” Draco said softly. “I’m glad you’ve decided to reconcile with
me. I never intended to anger you when I mated with Neville and Remus. I was
simply assuring my own well-being in the only way it seemed was available.” He
said, voice a little hesitant.
 
Lucius pressed his lips together. “I hope you know that I had nothing but your
best interests in mind when I began looking for a suitable match for you. I
wanted you to be with someone strong, with the connections to ensure you were
taken care of to the fullest. Someone who would guard you fiercely. If Severus
weren’t a half-blood, I would have asked him to be your mate.”
 
Draco made a face. “Uncle Sev?! But… He’s old!” He protested.
 
Neville snorted from the couch. “No older than Remus.” He pointed out.
 
Draco shot him a dirty look. “That’s different and you know it!” He said.
 
“My apologies. Ignore me.” Neville said in amusement.
 
Lucius narrowed his eyes. “Does he have to be there?” He asked.
 
“I have no secrets from my mate. I trust you understand that, Father. Omegas
should always confide in their Alphas, after all. Who else do we have?” Draco
asked simply.
 
“I suppose you’re right. I’ll make my peace with it, then. Tom said you acted
strangely when suggesting a higher penalty for an Alpha raping an unpresented
Omega. Is there something I should know? Have you been having problems with
Alphas at school?” Lucius asked.
 
Draco frowned. And there it was. “I had… There was an incident.” He admitted.
 
Lucius’ eyes flashed. “Who?!” He hissed. “Who was it, and what exactly did they
do?”
 
Draco bit his lip, but decided that telling his father was only fair. He
deserved to know if his son was having troubles with his housemates.
 
“Damian Avery cornered me in a deserted hallway.” He murmured. “He had me
pinned against a wall and was working on my pants when he was stopped. By
Neville. Neville defended me from him and won me over.”
 
Lucius looked stunned. “Really?” He sighed. “In that case, can you have your
mate come over so that I may have a word with him?”
 
Draco smiled. “Sure. Neville, can you come over here?” He asked over his
shoulder. He got up and stepped aside.
 
Neville knelt in front of the fire. “Yes, Sir?” He asked.
 
Lucius pursed his lips. “I understand I have you to thank for my son remaining
unaccosted while at school. I am grateful, and in light of this discovery I am
left little choice but to accept your union with my son. He chose well with
you. And I deeply regret rearing him as I did, and the rift between us that I
am responsible for. You have my blessing. If you choose to make the union
permanent and binding, I will do my part and willingly give my son away into
your keeping.” The man said, sounding only slightly pained.
 
Draco smiled widely as Neville turned surprised eyes to him. “Is he serious?”
He asked. “Just like that?”
 
“Usually, yes. He wouldn’t joke about this. He means it.” Draco assured him.
 
Neville smiled at Lucius. “I’m happy to hear that, Sir. I’ll let you know when
Draco and I are to marry. Would you like to be present when we formally
handfast to Remus afterward? He can’t marry legally, but we can still join our
magic to his and bind our life forces, and we fully intend to.”
 
Lucius winced. “The Werewolf?” He asked in distaste. “Well, if you are both
determined to go through with such an act, I will be there to witness it. I
simply hope you both know what you are doing.” He said.
 
Neville grinned at him. “Thank you, Sir. This means a lot to us, more than you
know!” He said happily.
 
Lucius snorted. “Don’t make me regret it. You need to keep my son safe and
happy always.” He ordered.
 
“I intend to keep him content and his safety is a main priority of mine, I
assure you.” Neville vowed.
 
“Good, good. I’d like to speak with him again, please.” Lucius requested.
 
Neville got up and pressed a quick, happy kiss to Draco’s lips as the blond
moved forward to take his spot on the cushion again.
 
“I am glad we’ve managed to move past the unpleasantness surrounding your
decision to mate someone of whom I disapproved. I have changed my mind and have
made my peace with your choice of mates. Now, I have a mate of my own who is
calling for me, so I should go and see what he wants. I look forward to seeing
you two back here for discussions and more lawmaking. I love you, Draco. Be
well.”
 
Draco smiled tenderly at his father, a look of familial love in his eyes. “I
love you, too, Father. Good night.”
 
Draco cut the connection and turned to Neville. “We’ve won him over!” He said
happily.
 
Neville smiled widely. “One point to us.”
 
*****
 
Harry eyed the new defence professor, Professor Kaine, as he ate lunch. His
next class was with the man.
 
He was attractive enough, for an older man. His face was only slightly lined,
and he had the look of a man who smiled and laughed often. His hair was salt-
and-pepper, but he seemed to still be in good physical health, despite his age.
 
He sat next to McGonagall and bent near her to speak to her every few minutes.
 
The Headmistress would smile and reply, and then he would resume studying the
students.
 
His eyes fell on Harry, and he smiled as the teen eyed him right back. He broke
the stare to say something to McGonagall,  who glanced at Harry and answered,
pointing out Severus, and Harry knew the man was now informed of his mated
status. He didn’t seem concerned, though, as he looked toward Harry again.
 
Harry groaned internally at the man’s seeming fascination with him, and broke
the stare to talk to Ron.
 
*****
 
After professor Kaine took role, he looked over the class and smiled. “Ah,
fifth year! You have so much to learn yet, but your capabilities are still so
exciting! We’ll start by a quick review of last year’s lessons, and then I will
determine who is best suited to help me lead this class!” He announced.
 
Draco leaned over to Harry and muttered, “That’ll be you.”
 
Harry looked over at him and grinned. “I’m not going to be sorry for having a
natural talent. I can’t help that.”
 
The professor bid them all stand and he waved his wand, sending all the desks
against the walls to be out of the way. “Partner up!” He called out, and Harry
partnered Ron while Neville took the spot opposite Draco, unwilling to have
anyone else pointing a wand at his mate.
 
He ran them through each spell they’d learned the year before. Afterward, he
pointed to Harry. “You! Stay here for a moment. The rest of you, class is
dismissed!” He said.
 
He quickly put the room to rights, then turned to smile at Harry. “You’re an
Omega. A talented one.” He remarked in surprise.
 
Harry smiled a bit. “So I’ve been told before. Defence is my best subject.” He
admitted.
 
Professor Kaine nodded. “Understandable. Omegas have a tendency toward the
defensive arts. They are fierce foes when defending their families. Speaking
of, I hear you’re mated? To Severus Snape?” He asked.
 
Harry smiled. “Yes. He recently proposed, and we couldn’t be happier.” He told
the man.
 
Professor Kaine smiled widely. “Wonderful! I wish you both the best, but if you
decide to start a family this year, I must insist you tell me. At once. I am
going to be covering mostly review for your year, as you have O.W.L.s, but you
will be learning ahead. Next year’s curriculum is challenging, but I want to
see if you are capable of it, at this age. It has happened before, and it would
be great for you to get a head-start on it. For now, just be ready to push
yourself. Now, let me write you a pass, and you should head to your next
class.” He said lightly.
 
Harry was pleasantly surprised. That hadn’t been so bad.
 
“Here you are. I’m looking forward to your next class already.”
 
Harry smiled as he took the pass. “Me too. Good bye, Sir.”
 
“See you in a few days, Mr. Potter.” Professor Kaine said, settling down at his
desk and pulling a stack of parchment toward himself.
 
Harry left and headed for Transfiguration.
 
*****
 
“How did it go?” Severus asked as he closed the door behind himself, then
headed to the bedroom to change. He had orange residue on his teaching robe,
indicating that there had been some kind of mishap earlier in the day.
 
“Fine. He seems nice. He did take an interest in me, but he was polite and
didn’t do anything untoward. He was happy when I told him we were getting along
well. I don’t think he’s a threat. Oh, he did say that if we start planning to
start a family, I need to tell him immediately, but I think that’s just because
his class can be dangerous for pregnant persons.” Harry said, then bent over
his charms text again.
 
Severus hummed. “Minerva did tell me he’s mellowed some in the past few years,
perhaps his flirtatious ways have eased up a bit. That would be good for my
peace of mind.” He allowed. “Still, keep on your guard for a little while
longer before you get too comfortable with him. You trust too easily.”
 
Harry rolled his eyes. “Yes, Darling.” He replied in amusement.
 
Severus leaned over the back of the couch and spoke into his ear, “Are you
mocking me, Love?”
 
Harry smiled. “Would I do that?” He asked sweetly.
 
“Keep it up and I’ll paddle your arse tonight. And then go to bed.” Severus
threatened.
 
Harry tilted his head back to look up at his mate. “I suppose I’ll be good,
then.” He told him.
 
“Good.” Severus went into the bedroom and chose a clean robe to wear. “So,
Draco hasn’t shown up yet to brew his mate’s Contraceptus. He’s got two weeks,
and it takes a full week to brew with the classes he has to work around. Has he
said anything to you about trying for a child already?” He asked.
 
Harry shrugged. “No, but that doesn’t mean he and Neville haven’t talked about
it. He did say Remus was coming to the school for his heats, but nothing more
on that topic. Your guess is as good as mine.” He said lightly.
 
“I’ll make sure to talk to him soon, then. Time for dinner. Let’s go.”
 
Harry got up and left for the Great Hall with his mate.
***** Darker Proclivities *****
“Draco, please stay after class.” Severus called out.
 
The blond looked his way in surprise, then continued cleaning his station more
slowly.
 
Once all the students save Draco had left, Neville waiting outside the door for
his mate, Severus moved to brace his hip against Draco’s desk. “You haven’t
brewed your potion yet.” He drawled softly. “I can only wonder what the reason
is for your delay.”
 
Draco’s face flamed. “Um… We wanted to do things natural this time. See what
happened. We decided if I get pregnant, we’ll keep the baby and be happy.” He
said quietly.
 
Severus narrowed his eyes. “So you’re telling me that you’re ready for a child?
You’re hardly more than a child yourself.” He sneered. “What do youknow of
parenthood?”
 
Draco glared back at his Godfather. “What does any first-time parent know of
parenthood?! We’ll muddle through it, just like everybody else does. Besides, I
know more than Harry does, and you plan to get him up the duff at some point,
right?!” He shot back. He was gratified to see a faint flush suffuse Severus’
cheeks.
 
“That is irrelevant!” The man snapped. “We don’t plan on starting a family yet,
and when we do, Harry has had somewhat of a normal rearing. He has two parental
figures who love him. He and I will be fine.” He said.
 
Draco rolled his eyes. “So will we.”
 
“If you are determined to go through with this, I cannot stop you. I only hope
you know what you are doing.” Severus told him quietly. “I worry for you,
Draco. You are very much like a son to me.”
 
Draco smiled at him. “I appreciate your concern, Uncle Sev. We’ll be fine. We
know what we’re doing.” He assured his Godfather.
 
“Very well. You may go.”
 
Draco picked up his things and left.
 
Severus shook his head with a sigh. That boy would likely be the death of him.
 
*****
 
“I’m leaving it for their owners to name them, once they’re old enough to be
given away.” Harry explained, cuddling the little black owlet and rubbing his
cheek over its head. “They’re so sweet!” He cooed at them, putting the black
one back and running fingers over the other two. “Be good, little ones.” He
told them. “We’ll be back soon.” He told Hedwig.
 
The owl hooted and watched him and Severus head for the door.
 
Severus was imagining Harry cooing and cuddling his own baby, and he felt his
heart beat double-time at the thought. ‘Someday soon.’ He promised himself.
‘Just as soon as Harry’s ready.’
 
He was surprised by how much he wanted a family with his mate, now that he had
seen hints of the Gryffindor’s paternal instinct peeking through. Harry would
be a wonderful father, and he wondered how many children they would have.
Thankfully, he was deft at brewing Alpha Contraceptus, so they had complete
control over when and how said children would come about.
 
“What are you thinking? You feel happy and a bit excited.” Harry said, reaching
out and linking their fingers together.
 
Severus smiled. “Just envisioning our future.” He answered as they drew near
the entrance to the castle.
 
Harry grinned back at him. “It’s gonna be great!” He enthused. “We’re going to
have a dozen kids and they’ll be best friends with Draco, Neville and Remus’
kids… And we’ll grow old and grey together and always be very much in love. I
can’t wait to marry you.” He finished happily as Severus drew him close and
Apparated them to Hogsmeade.
 
Severus chuckled. “Big plans for such a little Omega.”
 
Harry glared at him. “Little?!” He snapped. “Who are you calling little?” He
added.
 
“A dozen children, you say?” Severus asked, ignoring Harry’s indignation. “Are
you certain you’ll be willing to go through the pain of labour so many times?
Who says I will let you?”
 
Harry hummed. “Maybe not a dozen, then. Halfa dozen?” He tried instead.
 
Severus chuckled as he tapped on the wall to open the entryway to the adult
store they had visited before. “We will see.” He said indulgently.
 
Harry grinned happily and preceded his mate into the store. He glanced around
briefly, then headed straight to the clothing section—the reason they were
there. He went over to the panties and rifled around looking for something.
There was something in particular he wanted, and he was hopeful he’d find it
there. After a few minutes of searching, just as he was about to give up and
switch his focus to the teddies and negligees behind him, he found them—the
thongs designed for male Omegas. He smirked and picked out three; a black, a
deep purple, and an emerald green, almost the exact shade of his eyes.
 
“What did you find, Love?” Severus asked curiously.
 
Harry shook his head. “Nope! Not telling! That’ll spoil the surprise!” He said.
“You’ll find out when I wear them for you.”
 
Severus watched as Harry also picked out a lacy green teddy, wrapping the
underwear in it. “Anything else you’d like to look at?”
 
Harry came out of the clothing section and pointed to a black curtain hanging
over a doorway to another section of the shop. “What’s over there?” He asked.
 
Severus’ lips curved in a slow smile. “That is a section for those with…
Particular tastes. If you can keep an open mind, I will take you in there. I
have dabbled in that Lifestyle a bit, but it may not be your cup of tea, and
that would be fine with me. Would you like to see?” He asked.
 
Harry frowned, but nodded. “I’m interested in learning, if nothing else. Show
me.”
 
Severus wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist and approached the curtain.
“Remember: open mind.” He whispered, then swept the curtain aside and led his
mate through the doorway.
 
Harry looked around at the items for sale, eyes wide. He’d never seen so much
leather and dragonhide in one place before! “What in the world..?”
 
“BDSM supplies, Love. There are a great many couples who prefer to… Spice up
their bedsport, and they use these toys and tools to add an extra layer to sex.
Power games can be very freeing, and a lot of people enjoy letting someone else
take control of things for a short time. I have had several submissives before,
and I take very good care of lovers that choose to put that level of trust in
me.”
 
Harry bit his lip. “Do you count me as one of those submissives? We don’t use
stuff like this, but I am the submissive partner in our relationship.” He
pointed out.
 
“No, Harry. When I talk about submissives, it is a different kind of
submission. You are a very pushy Omega, and a submissive, in most cases, cedes
control almost entirely to their dominant partner, letting them guide the
sexual experience. They have a safeword, but they choose to trust their partner
to protect them and see to their pleasure.” Severus explained. “It is a far cry
from our dynamic.”
 
Harry frowned. “Do you want that with me?” He asked.
 
Severus chuckled. “Harry, no. While I would not be averse to it if you wanted
to, it is not something I need from you. I am willing to take whatever you are
willing and able to give, and if that means putting aside the power games I
used to play, I can do that for you. You are worth it.”
 
Harry smiled. “Alright, then. And if I was interested in trying some of this
stuff..?”
 
“I can accommodate you. I have sometoys still.” Severus assured him. “We will
discuss it more when we get back to Hogwarts.” He said.
 
Harry nodded. “Sounds good to me. Can we head back now?”
 
“Yes, let’s go.” Severus led him to the counter.
 
“Close your eyes.” Harry demanded when their purchases were being rung up.
 
Severus closed his eyes and waited while the clothes were paid for, since Harry
was paying this time.
 
“Okay, you can open them now.” Harry said lightly, and Severus opened his eyes
to find his mate holding a bag. “Ready to go.”
 
*****
 
“Going to breed me up, Alpha?” Draco moaned softly as hands twitched against
his hips while another set slid into his hair, pulling gently as both hands
fisted in the silken strands.
 
“And as soon as he’s done,” The Werewolf’s voice purred, “It’s my turn.” He
finished before leaning in to devour Draco’s mouth.
 
The blond mewled into Remus’ mouth and sucked on his mate’s tongue, earning a
pleased rumble from the man.
 
“I’m going to fill you up with a baby or two. Won’t be any space for Remus to
give you another. Sorry, Darling!” He said happily to Remus over Draco’s back.
“Seems I’m a bit greedy at the moment.” He explained.
 
Remus growled. “I’m going to give it a good effort. I might manage to come
through, who knows?”
 
There was a knock on their door and Remus got up to answer it. “Keep going.
I’ll be back soon.”
 
Neville grunted and added an extra hard thrust in response.
 
Draco hummed. “Okay. Love you.”
 
Remus walked to the door and opened it, standing there unabashedly nude.
“What?!” He snapped.
 
Ron paled and his eyes widened comically before he covered them. “Oh. Right.
It’s that time for you guys, isn’t it?” He asked.
 
Remus sighed. “Yes. Your point?”
 
Ron blushed. “I was coming to ask Draco if he’s seen Harry since day before
yesterday, but I suppose my question is answered. I forgot about his heat being
around this time. Won’t happen again. Bye!” Ron turned and ran back the way
he’d come.
 
Remus snorted softly and headed back to their bedroom.
 
“Remy! Nev’s done!” Draco called out.
 
Remus’ lips curved in an almost sinister smirk. “Good. My turn.” He purred,
entering the room.
 
*****
 
Harry darted out of the room, rounding the couch as he laughed brightly,
dancing out of reach as Severus tried to grab him with a growl. “You can’t have
me yet! I still have one more thong to model for you!” He protested.
 
Severus growled. “I’ve seen one, I’ve seen them all! Give me your arse, mate!”
He demanded, lunging for the Gryffindor again, snarling when the fast Omega
darted just out of reach.
 
“But this one is the best! I saved it for last for specifically that reason!”
Harry insisted.
 
“Let that be a lesson for you:” Severus said shortly, “Never save the best for
last when dealing with a Rutting Alpha.” He grabbed again and managed to get
hold of Harry’s arm, using it to pull the resisting Omega into his arms with a
satisfied smile.
 
Harry sighed as Severus bent him over the couch and simply moved the thong out
of the way before thrusting into him.
***** Heat and Plans *****
“No.” Harry said firmly.
 
“You haven’t even seen—”
 
“I refuse to wear something you had made for and used with someone else!” The
Omega shouted, rolling over to pin Severus under him, one arm pressing
threateningly against his neck, compressing his windpipe with a lot more
pressure than it looked like Harry could produce.
 
“I see.” Severus managed to wheeze.
 
Harry removed his arm, looking slightly mollified.
 
“So, if I got a new one made, specifically for you, personalized and
everything..?” He trailed off, looking questioningly at Harry.
 
Harry smiled. “Then I would be willing to wear your collar, yes. Anything else
we can try with what you already have, even though they’ve been used by others.
If I happen to like a certain item enough to want to use one again, I will pay
for us to acquire a new one. I don’t want you to associate our toys with anyone
else. Our bed is for you, me, and the sex we have. There’s no space for anyone
else in here. And I don’t share unless it’s my idea!” The Omega finished in a
growl.
 
Severus’ eyes darkened. “You look absolutely delicious all flushed and jealous.
I have to have you.” He decided, rolling so that Harry was underneath him and
hoisting one leg up in the crook of his elbow, drawing it up to Harry’s chest.
 
Harry grinned. “Mm, my big, strong Alpha! I love it when you manhandle me
around.”
 
“I can tell. And I like that you let me. Now, be silent so I can bugger you
properly.” He ordered, using his free hand to feel for Harry’s entrance,
checking how open he was. They had just finished a bout of sex twenty minutes
ago, and the brunet was still fairly open from it. Severus let out a pleased
hum and slid into him without further preparation, releasing Harry’s leg.
 
Harry gasped and wrapped his legs around Severus’ hips, which were moving
torturously slowly. “We’ll never come if you keep this up.” He told his mate.
 
“Coming is not the point right now.” Severus informed him evenly. “Enjoying
each other is. We’ll come eventually. Let it happen. Just relax and let it
carry you along. Focus on the ride, not the end.”
 
Harry frowned, but acquiesced, letting slow waves of sensation roll over him,
drawing the occasional shiver and soft moan from either partner. “Did you ever
do this with another lover?” He asked curiously.
 
Severus buried his face in Harry’s neck and shook his head in denial. “I had
one lover that wanted to have slow, lazy sex with me.” He told his mate. “I
felt it would reveal too much, leave me too vulnerable in front of her.” He
raised his head and bit his lip as a shiver wracked his body and his cock
pulsed inside of Harry. “I didn’t trust her enough. With you, though… With you,
everything is different. There is no experience I am unwilling to try, if you
are there with me.”
 
Harry smiled widely and drew Severus down for a long, slow kiss. “My romantic
Alpha.” He murmured happily.
 
Severus flushed a bit and cleared his throat, averting his gaze.
 
Harry just continued to smile up at him. He stared raptly into Severus’ dark
eyes and noticed not for the first time that his irises were not exactly the
same colour as his pupils. The former were a lighter black, a charcoal colour
that was very close to the pitch-black of the pupils, but was not quite the
same shade. He decided he quite liked them. They were usually so dark and
serious, but he’d seen them crinkled up in laughter and clouded over with
sorrow. Not many people would believe that Severus was so very expressive, but
Harry had seen the proof that he really was. He just confined his displays of
emotion to private areas, and only a select few got to see them.
 
“I love you.” Harry whispered, brushing a lock of hair behind Severus’ ear.
 
Severus smiled. “And I, you.” He returned.
 
Harry laid back and let his Alpha guide them toward release, their lovemaking a
slow, gentle burn rather than the wildfire that usually consumed them in bed.
They rocked together, unhurried and content to share deep kisses and looks that
spoke volumes.
 
When they finally came, it was with contented sighs and hushed whispers of
love.
 
The knot notwithstanding, neither was willing to move for a long time.
 
*****
 
“I think… It’s over.” Draco said in surprise.
 
“Mm, then congratulations are in order. For all of us.” Remus said, kissing the
blond’s shoulder.
 
Neville hummed. “I’ll be suitably freaked out about it all when the time draws
closer, I’m sure.” He said. “For now, I’m excited. Wonder whose it is?”
 
“Probably yours.” Remus said in amusement. “You were determined.” He noted.
 
Neville smiled. “Well, yes. Alphas are like that. Not like I could help it.”
 
“What do you want? Boy or girl?” Draco asked.
 
“A healthy baby.” Remus responded quickly.
 
Draco snorted. “Well, that’s a given.” He said. “But aside from that, because
any baby of mine is going to be born healthy as a horse. What gender?” He
pressed.
 
Neville smiled. “A little girl would be nice. One as pretty as you.” He said,
nuzzling into Draco’s neck.
 
“With either your eyes or Remus’.” Draco added firmly. “Hazel would be nice,
but I really like green. Even if they do flash amber more often than not.” He
added, sharing a grin with Remus.
 
Neville reached into the drawer of his nightstand, the one on his side of the
bed, and withdrew a small box.
 
Draco sat up, looking at it in interest.
 
Neville flushed and sat up, looking over his two mates nervously. “Um… I was
planning to do this another time, but right now seems perfect to me.” He
explained, opening the box to reveal two large diamond rings, identical but for
the bands. One was white gold, the other gold. “Will you two marry and handfast
with me? Hopefully soon?” He asked.
 
Remus smiled and cupped his face in one hand. “That was never in question. Of
course we will.”
 
Draco smiled widely. “That’s a big pair of rocks.” He said admiringly, nodding
at the rings. “When did you buy those?”
 
Neville smiled. “One early morning, when you two thought I was working in the
garden, I was actually out in Hogsmeade, picking up two suitable engagement
rings. The wedding rings you have a say in, but these are my claim on you, and
thus, they were for me to pick out. Did I do well?”
 
Draco nodded. “Very.” He purred, holding his hand out. “Put mine on me, then.
Let’s make this official.” He said impatiently.
 
Neville chuckled, sliding his on before taking Remus’ hand and repeating the
process.
 
Draco looked at his curiously. “So I should be careful not to let this touch
Remus?” He asked. “It’s silver?”
 
Neville shook his head. “It’s actually white gold, not silver. There’s no need
to be careful. There’s too big a risk of you forgetting at some point and
accidentally letting it touch him. We don’t want him getting burned by your
jewellery, so I will only buy you white gold or platinum or other things that
give the look of silver, since I know you like that. That way, we have no
reason to worry.” He explained.
 
Draco smiled widely. “Great! You thought of everything!”
 
“That’s my job.” Neville said lightly.
 
“I can’t wait to show Harry! He’ll be thrilled that we’re both at the same
stage in our relationships!” Draco said happily, laying on his back and holding
his hand up in front of his face.
 
Remus chuckled. “Let me guess: you’re going to enlist his help with planning
the wedding and handfasting, aren’t you?”
 
Draco looked over at him and grinned. “But of course! We don’t want to end up
with ceremonies that are too similar, after all. That just won’t do. So we’ll
discuss things and plan accordingly.” He said firmly.
 
Neville smiled. “That works for me. You can just run everything by us once
you’ve decided on things, and if we can’t abide by what you want, we reserve
the right to veto your decisions, in which case we’ll negotiate until a
consensus has been reached. Fair?”
 
Draco smiled widely. “Is that alright with you?” He asked Remus.
 
Remus nodded. “I only have one request.” He said mildly.
 
“Yes?” Draco looked at him expectantly.
 
Remus flashed him a grin. “Chocolate cake?”
 
*****
 
Tom looked over the book Severus had recently delivered and pursed his lips. “I
think we should go after this one first.” He decided, pointing to the name in
orange. “According to Severus, the name will only change colour when the child
is being mistreated, and the colour ranges from yellow to red depending on the
severity of the abuse. I suspect yellow means it is only verbal and emotional,
while orange means there is a physical factor and red means they are being
beaten quite vigorously. I want to remove this boy from his home before his
name turns red, rather than orange. It is bad enough as it is. No need to wait
for worse.”
 
Lucius hummed. “How are you planning to remove him?” He asked. “And what of his
family?”
 
Tom smirked. “I have an orphanage picked out for the replacements to come from.
There is a young boy there, a squib that was cast out of his family. He is the
same age, and would thrive in a family like theirs. Plus, they would be kinder
to a child that didn’t constantly get into trouble he couldn’t explain. I’ve
watched them a bit. That’s why I was leaving on my own. It’s safer out there
for a lone Omega now, and while the situation is not ideal, it’s much better
than it was.”
 
“Yes, I imagine so. Who will retrieve and replace the child?” Lucius asked.
 
“I was thinking of having Harry do it, with Severus’ help. The boy can be
sneaky, and stealth is a necessary part of this operation. He also tends to put
young children at ease, and his calming influence would be greatly valuable.”
Tom mused.
 
Lucius nodded. “I can see that. Have you run this by him yet?” He asked.
 
Tom shook his head. “Not yet. I’m waiting for his heat to finish. Severus has
apprised me of what dates his heats fall on, and they are on day three right
now. He should be done in two more days, since they are not trying for a child
yet.” He said, laying a hand over his abdomen, where his own child was growing.
 
“How long are you going to give him to decide?” Lucius asked. “It’s a pretty
high-risk situation, and Severus might not approve.” He informed Tom. “And he
is Potter’s Alpha.”
 
Tom snorted. “Severus bears my mark. He’ll do as I say. He knows his place.” He
said firmly.
 
Lucius eyed his mate contemplatively. “If you say so.” He murmured doubtfully.
***** Love and Longing *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Draco. “What happened to you?”
He asked the blond. “I didn’t see you in Pomfrey’s office.”
 
Draco swallowed and replied, “Oh, I checked in with her two days ago.” He
grinned widely. “I’m pregnant!” He said.
 
Harry blinked. “Um… Should I be congratulating you, or offering you
condolences?” He asked warily.
 
Neville chuckled as Draco huffed.
 
“We’re happy about it.” The Alpha responded. “We did intend for this to
happen.”
 
“Yes, he was quite determined.” Draco answered with a smile. “I wouldn’t be
surprised to find myself with twins after that.”
 
Ron shook his head. “You’re barmy. Why would you want a baby already? We’re
fifteen.” He pointed out.
 
Draco sneered at him. “Omegas tend to feel their biological clock ticking
earlier than others; fact of life. I bet Harry’s ready to start his family,
too.” He looked at the other Omega expectantly.
 
“I’m fine with soon for right now.” Harry answered mildly.
 
Draco rolled his eyes. “Yes, well, you’ve always been a bit weird.” He
responded.
 
Harry grinned.
 
Ron was glaring at the Slytherin table, and Harry followed his line of sight.
Lyanna was leaning against Theodore Nott, laughing at something he had said.
 
“Why’s she practically in Nott’s lap?” Harry asked.
 
Ron tore his eyes away to reply, “He’s her boyfriend.” He snarled. “Like it’s
okay for her to be with a boy five years older than her!”
 
Harry shrugged. “You were the same age. Maybe she likes older guys. It could be
worse; she didn’t go for a teacher, at least.” He pointed out.
 
“At least a teacher would know better than to do that!” He said through gritted
teeth, pointing at the two who were snogging.
 
“It’s just a kiss.” Harry told him. “And it doesn’t look like it’s her first,
either.” He mused.
 
Ron flushed. “Of course it’s not! I gave her her first kiss, when she was nine.
But he’s probably taking advantage of her! She’s naïve; she doesn’t know how to
say no to a guy!”
 
“Looks like she’s doing just that right now.” Harry watched her detach from
Nott’s lips and push him away, pointing at his food, then her own, before
picking up her fork and continuing to eat, ignoring the older boy, who grinned
at her and began eating again.
 
Ron frowned.
 
Harry shook his head. “Honestly, if you cared so much that she not be taken
advantage of by someone else, you should have let her stay with you. At least
you can trust yourself. And besides, if there was nothing there, why would you
have kissed her just two years ago?” He asked.
 
“There were extenuating circumstances!” Ron cried.
 
“In other words, no one was going to know.” Draco corrected him. “You’re a
Weasley, she’s a Weasley. You don’t want to be known as the Inbreeder by
everybody else.” Draco shook his head. “If there’s feelings there, who cares
what everybody else says? They aren’t the ones living with your decisions, you
are. If you like her go over there and reclaim what’s yours. There’s still time
before she puts you firmly in her past, but if you wait too long, that time
will come, I assure you.”
 
Ron looked like he was considering it.
 
“Do you love her?” Harry questioned softly.
 
Ron frowned. “Well, of course I do; she’s family!”
 
“No.” Harry laid a quelling hand on his arm. “Do you love her in that way?” He
asked pointedly. “Don’t butt in unless you plan for it to last. If you can’t
give her what she wants from you, let her find it elsewhere. She might make a
few mistakes, she might get hurt once or twice, that’s just life. You need to
really think about what you’re doing here, because if you break them up and
can’t give her what she wants, she may not get another chance with Nott. He’s a
Slytherin, Ron; they generally don’t give second chances.”
 
“It’s because he’s a Slytherin that I don’t want him with her.” Ron hissed
quietly to Harry.
 
“Oi!” Draco cut in. “That’s uncalled for! Besides, she sorted Slytherin, too,
which means she’s more than willing and able to play mind games with the best
of them. I’m sure she’s a quick study. She’ll be fine mingling with the snakes.
We may be a bit of a precocious bunch, but we look after our own, and that’s
what matters.”
 
Ron sighed and slumped down in his seat. “I want her to be safe.” He said
sullenly.
 
Harry smiled encouragingly. “She will be, but you need to figure out if you
want her to be safe with you or without you. Because if you pick the former,
you’re way too far from her, and if the latter, you have to maintain a certain
distance from her. Either way, you both need to figure out what you’re doing
and settle into roles that will make you both happy.”
 
“Basically I have to really do some soul-searching before I interfere with
them.” Ron muttered.
 
“It’s for the best.” Harry assured him, patting his shoulder. “You’ll thank me
someday.”
 
*****
 
“So, apparently I’m going to be learning non-verbal casting this year.” Harry
said, setting his bag down next to the couch and walking over to where Severus
was grading papers to give the man a kiss. “It sounds exciting.” He remarked.
 
Severus hummed. “Well, you might not be ready for that, but as Defence is your
best subject, that’s probably the best to start with, for you.”
 
“That’s exactly what I thought!” Harry agreed. “Also, we don’t have any plans
this Friday evening, do we?” He asked.
 
Severus eyed him over the essays, watching the teen remove his robe and slip
off his tie, leaving him beautifully devoid of house signifiers. “No.” He
replied slowly. “Why?” He added suspiciously.
 
Harry smiled, reaching into his robe pocket and coming out with a letter on
expensive stationary. “This came today.”
 
Severus knew without looking that the letter would bear the seal of Lord
Slytherin. Tom had made another request of Harry, he just knew it. “And what
does my Lord want thistime?” He asked.
 
Harry hummed, setting the letter down on Severus’ desk. “He wants us to snatch
a toddler. Apparently the little boy is being hurt by his family for accidental
magic. We’re to replace him with a look-alike from a Wizarding orphanage for
Squibs. Should be a quick, in-and-out mission. We pick up the toddler from Tom,
he’s retrieving the boy today, take him to the house, switch them out, you
modify the parents’ memories a bit, and bring the baby to Tom. He’s already got
a foster family picked out.”
 
“No.” Severus said.
 
Harry’s mouth dropped open. “What? But why?” He asked. “He’s your Lord, you
know! You can’t really say ‘no’ to him!” He reminded the man.
 
Severus’ hand clenched, snapping his quill in twain, and he stood up. “I most
certainly can when his foolish plan endangers my mate! I won’t have it! You
mean too damn much to me, you idiot!” He snapped.
 
Harry, who had been looking at him in a mixture of confusion and dejection,
suddenly smiled. “I love you too, you big arsehole. We can put extra rules in
place to keep me safe. I promise to abide by them. Please?”
 
Severus frowned. “Big arsehole?” He repeated.
 
“You called me an idiot. I thought we were just stating well-known facts about
each other.” Harry said cheekily.
 
Severus chuckled. “I suppose I’ll let it slide this once, since I did start
it.” He allowed. “But don’t call me that again.”
 
Harry shrugged. “Don’t make it true.”
 
Severus threw down his broken quill and stalked toward his mate. “I hope those
words were tender, because I intend to make you eat them.” He growled.
 
Harry laughed and dashed into the bedroom.
 
*****
 
“I can’t believeI let you talk me into this.” Severus said, wrapping an arm
around Harry just outside of Hogwarts’ gates. “If we get caught we’re both
going to Azkaban, I hope you know.”
 
Harry snorted. “We won’t get caught. And besides, if we get caught, you’re
taking the fall. We haven’t fixed the law that says you get all the glory and
all the blame for anything I do. I’ll be fine.” He quipped.
 
Severus shook his head. “That’s so very reassuring, Love. Thank you for
reminding me.” He drawled.
 
“You’re welcome.” Harry chirped happily. “Let’s go.” He said.
 
Severus Apparated them to the edge of Malfoy Manor’s wards and they spotted
Tom, holding a sleeping two-year-old.
 
Harry took the child from him and smiled down at the little squib boy. He was
dark-haired, and slight of build, but that was to be expected for an orphan.
 
“He should sleep through everything; he’s under a sleeping spell that will hold
for the next three hours. That should give you plenty of time to get in and
out.” Tom told them.
 
Harry nodded. “Did you do anything to him to help him fit in?”
 
Tom nodded. “He believes he’s going to his parents. He’ll trust that the people
he wakes up to are Mummy and Daddy.” He said.
 
Severus looked at his mate with the little boy in his arms and felt an intense
need to fill Harry’s belly with a child or two. He just looked right cradling
his precious cargo, and Severus was more than ready to hold his own son or
daughter in his arms. But now was not the time, and he knew intellectually that
they were nowhere near ready for a child yet. He cleared his throat. “Right.
Let’s get this done, then.” He disillusioned himself and Harry and Apparated to
the yard of the family they were to tamper with.
 
Severus found a window and unlocked it, letting himself and Harry in, and
directed Harry to the child’s bedroom.
 
Harry found the little boy in bed, and gently shook his shoulder, waking him.
 
The boy stirred, opening eyes that were a clear and bright blue. His eyes
widened and he sat up.
 
“Hi.” Harry said softly. “I’m Harry. I was sent here to take you to a place
where no one will hurt you anymore. You’ll get a new Mummy and Daddy who will
love you and keep you safe. Do you want to come away with me?” He asked. “We’ll
leave this boy here so your parents won’t be lonely. They won’t hurt him. He
can’t do the special thing you can do. He won’t get in trouble like you did.
And you won’t get in trouble for what you can do anymore, either.” He promised.
 
The boy nodded. “I don’t want anymore spankings.” He answered, and Harry was
stunned at how well-spoken the little boy was. “My name’s Isaiah.”
 
Harry smiled. With a name like that, he’d fit right in. “Well, Isaiah, let’s
get this boy tucked in and I’ll take you away.” He said cheerfully.
 
Isaiah slipped out of bed and helped Harry tuck the squib into bed. Just as he
finished, Severus came into the room.
 
“This big, scary-looking man is my mate, Severus. He’s really nice, so don’t be
scared of him.” Harry explained, picking Isaiah up.
 
“The parents are spelled to accept the squib as their son. We should go.” He
said.
 
“Wait!” Isaiah wriggled out of Harry’s arms and grabbed something off the bed.
“My stuffy.” He said, cuddling the toy rabbit.
 
Harry smiled and picked him up. “We can’t leave him behind.” He said
understandingly. “Let’s go.”
Chapter End Notes
     So, quick question: Should Ron come to terms with his feelings for
     Lyanna, or would that be too inbred for you guys? Because if I have
     to, I can find someone else for him. At this point, it's very much up
     in the air. But I need to come to a decision. So Lyanna or someone
     else?
***** What a Girl Wants *****
Ron drew up his courage and approached the table full of giggling Slytherin
girls in the library. Daphne Greengrass noticed him at the same time Lyanna
did, and she laid a hand on Lyanna’s arm. She got up and smiled. “Follow me.”
She told Ron.
 
“I wanted to talk to Lyanna.” Ron muttered, flushing in anger.
 
“And so you shall.” Daphne told him lightly. “After you talk with me. You’re
protective of her, and you have every right to be, but by virtue of that, there
are some things you need to be told about Slytherin House. You just need to
keep these things to yourself.” She added, leading him into an alcove at the
back of one of the shelves of books. “Now.” She turned to face him. “You don’t
need to worry about her; she’s perfectly safe. Nott knows he can’t do anything
with her until she’s old enough. We have a rule in Slytherin that there be no
sexual activity before the age of thirteen if one of the parties is younger
than the other. By then, Nott will be plenty old enough to gauge whether she is
ready or not by how she reacts to him.”
 
Ron narrowed his eyes. “And what if he finds out she’s not ready, and does
something with her anyway? I know how boys are.”
 
Daphne shook her head. “I set them up, Weasley.” She snapped. “Nott’s a good
guy. He’s a little rough around the edges, so he needed someone special to keep
him in line. She’s got what it takes, I could tell from the first. She’s
already got him eating out of the palm of her hand, and she pretty much leads
him around by the nose. He’d do anything for her. They make a good couple. She
tempers him, and he dotes on her. Don’t let your hot head ruin a good thing.
She’s happy; leave it be.”
 
“That doesn’t answer my question.” Ron ground out.
 
Daphne rolled her eyes. “Let me spell it out for you, then: Nott adores her,
and would never take advantage of her. He can wait. In fact, he plans to wait
until he’s married, which is why I had no qualms about setting him up with
someone so much younger than himself. They’ll be fine together. So don’t you
worry your pretty little head about that.”
 
Ron choked. “Pretty?!”
 
“Very.” Daphne affirmed. “Was that all?” She asked.
 
Ron nodded.
 
“Good. I’m Lyanna’s buddy; every first year is paired with a fifth year to help
them settle in, with the exception of the Prefect, who needs to be accessible
to all students. Lyanna is my responsibility, and I take the role very
seriously. She’ll thrive in Slytherin, I’ll see to it personally. She’s already
made friends with the girls in her year and is friends with Draco, which is a
very lucky first connection to attain. His influence with the younger years as
Prefect will ensure that no one fifth year or younger will mess with her.”
Daphne smiled. “She’s set already. Don’t worry too much. You’ll get frown
lines, and thatwould be such a shame.” She added softly, reaching out to run a
fingertip over the corner of his mouth.
 
Ron blinked at her in confusion. “What-“
 
“Do you have plans this weekend? Going to Hogsmeade with anyone?” Daphne asked.
 
“No.” Ron answered slowly.
 
Daphne smiled, and Ron had the feeling he was caught in whatever trap she’d
been laying this whole time. “Then let’s go together, yeah?” She asked.
 
Ron frowned. “But you’re a Slytherin!” He said.
 
Daphne’s smile faltered, and her eyes hardened. “So you know I’ll get what I
want eventually. Make this easy on yourself.” She told him firmly.
 
“Fine.” Ron relented.
 
“Good boy. Pick me up Saturday at ten AM. I’ll show you where the entrance to
Slytherin Common Room is after you talk to Lyanna.” She offered.
 
Ron shrugged. “Alright.”
 
Daphne smiled again, and led him back out to the table the other girls were sat
at. “Lyanna, your guard dog wants to check up on you.” She said teasingly.
 
Lyanna laughed along with the other girls, then led Ron a little ways away,
still in view of the table. “What’s up, Ron?” She asked.
 
Ron smiled. “Are you alright in Slytherin? I expected you in Gryffindor-“
 
“But where’s the fun in that?” Lyanna asked, voice more sassy than he’d been
expecting.
 
Ron blinked. “What?” He asked blankly.
 
Lyanna shook her head. “Slytherin is where I belong, Ron. I fit in, and I’m
happy. They like me, I like them; it works out.”
 
Ron smiled and hugged her. “I’m glad.” He whispered against her ear. “Let me
know if you ever need anything, anything at all.”
 
Lyanna returned his hug. “I will.” She promised.
 
“Good. Now I’ll leave you to study. I trust you to excel, we both know you’re
capable of it.” Ron told her.
 
Lyanna smiled. “Have fun with Daphne. She’s great, and I think she likes you.”
She whispered in his ear.
 
Ron made a face as she let him go. “Am I going to regret going to Hogsmeade
with her?” He asked in an undertone.
 
Lyanna laughed. “I think you'll really like her, actually. If you let yourself.
She’s a lot of fun.” She told Ron. “See you around.” She said, then walked back
to take her place back at the table.
 
Daphne smiled.
 
Ron had to admit, she was pretty enough. She had blond hair and blue-green
eyes, a rare shade he'd never seen before. He could see the appeal, but he had
no idea if she'd suit him in terms of temperament, and that was something he
knew he’d need. He didn’t want to run roughshod over his girlfriend, when he
decided on one, so he needed someone with enough backbone to give as good as
she got.
 
When they came to the spot where the Slytherin Common Room opened up, Daphne
stopped. “It’s here.” She announced, then leaned in close to the wall and
whispered the password. The door opened, and she leaned forward to boldly lay a
kiss on Ron's cheek. “Don’t be late.” She advised, then walked into the Common
Room without a backward glance.
 
Ron flushed and headed back to Gryffindor Tower to do his homework, in somewhat
of a daze.
 
*****
 
“I think I have a girlfriend. Potentially.” Ron said as soon as he sat down to
breakfast the next morning.
 
Harry gave him a confused look. “You think? Ron, when it comes to having a
significant other, either you do or you don’t. There’s really no two ways about
it.”
 
Ron frowned. “Well, she made me agree to go with her to Hogsmeade and she
kissed my cheek. I’m not sure quite what to make of it at this point.” He
explained.
 
Draco laughed. “Who’s the forward girl, then? One of my house, I bet.” He said
in amusement.
 
Ron flushed. “Er, yeah. Daphne Greengrass, actually.”
 
“Sounds like her. She always did have an interest in redheads. She used to
mourn the fact that the twins were Omegas, and as such, off the market for
her.” He told Ron. “She’ll be perfectly fine taking the lead until you man up,
but watch out that you don’t snub her, in any way. The girl can be vicious when
she feels slighted. But she’s also pretty forgiving, so you’ll be given a
chance to explain once she calms down after the initial outburst.” Draco said.
 
Ron took that all in, then sighed. “Great. Now I’m worried.”
 
“Don’t be.” Draco advised. “She’s a great girl. Just be yourself. She never
does anything without due thought first. If she approached you, it’s you she
wants. Trust me when I say she’s grilled your cousin for information and
watched you like a hawk for at least two weeks. She knows what she’s getting.”
He said lightly.
 
“So she's been spying on me, and you claim this is a good thing?” Ron asked
wryly.
 
Draco shrugged. “Spying, observing, it’s all the same, really.” Draco said
breezily, waving a piece of bacon around carelessly as he spoke. Neville was
forced to duck the wildly moving piece of meat as it waved around. “Slytherins
have a queer set of ethics, just leave us to it and everything will be fine,
you’ll see.”
 
Neville grabbed his hand and stopped the bacon from waving around. “Put that
down or eat it before you slap someone—and by that I mean me—in the face with
it. I won’t appreciate it.” He said firmly.
 
Draco smiled widely and began eating the item in question.
 
*****
 
“How do you think Isaiah is doing?” Harry asked as he stared down at his
Potions essay.
 
“Probably fine. The Rookwood family took him in. They already have one child,
but she cannot inherit the Lordship, so they needed a boy, though they had
trouble trying to conceive again. I’m sure they're treating him well. The Dark
Lord would stand for nothing less.” Severus told him.
 
“I hope so.” Harry said. “Do you like children?” He asked.
 
Severus smiled at his mate’s transparent attempt to discern his thoughts on
starting a family. “Small children, yes. It’s when they become school-age and
unrulythat I dislike them. I imagine ours will be lovely.” He added.
 
Harry smiled happily. “That’s good, then.” He said. “When do you want them?” He
asked.
 
Severus chuckled. “Not yet, Love.” He told the teen. “You promised to finish
school, remember.”
 
“I never said I’d finish school before starting a family, just that I'd do it.”
Harry muttered.
 
“That much is true.” Severus agreed mildly, and Harry flushed hotly at being
heard when he hadn’t intended to be. “But you will find it much easier to do
before having a child. Your O.W.L.s will give you a small taste of what to
expect, but the N.E.W.T.s are called ‘nastily exhausting’ for a reason.” He
warned. “And I expect an ‘O' in Defence Against the Dark Arts, and at the very
least, an ‘A' in Potions, though if you do better, there will be rewards. You'd
best get at least an ‘A' in everything you attempt, especially including
divination, since you've been cheating there.” He added.
 
Harry frowned. “It’s not cheating, it’s using one's advantages to the fullest.”
He denied.
 
“Spoken like a true Slytherin. I’m proud of you.” Severus told him.
 
Harry grinned. “I spend a good deal of my time surrounded by Slytherins,
obviously they'd be rubbing off on me by now.”
 
Severus hummed, and Harry jumped, realizing that the man had gotten up at some
point and was now standing directly behind his shoulder. He leaned down to
murmur in Harry's ear, “As a matter of fact, I happen to ‘rub off on you' with
alarming regularity. In fact, I’m feeling the urge to do some ‘rubbing’ right
now.” He purred, reaching down to palm Harry's half-hard cock.
 
Harry pushed his essay away from himself. “Potions can wait!” He declared.
“Fuck me now!”
 
Severus nipped at his neck. “Come, we can continue this discussion in bed.” He
promised.
***** Beauty *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter begins right where the last one left off, since someone
     requested I show the smut. It's short and not like my usual smut, but
     I was in a weird mood, so there you have it. We DO have wall!sex,
     though.
They made it to the wall beside the bedroom door. Mouths fused, bodies
entangled, they just couldn’t wait to have each other.
 
Severus undressed them with a quick spell and they came together right there,
next to the bookshelf with the owl cage atop it.
 
Thankfully, the owlets and Hedwig had moved back to the Owlery, having outgrown
the cage.
 
“You’re so small.” Severus murmured against Harry’s skin. “I wonder…” He hefted
the teen into the air and pinned him against the wall with his own body weight,
just barely supporting him with both hands under his buttocks. “Oh, this opens
up so many possibilities.” He purred, bending to nibble at Harry’s neck. “Do
you remember that lubrication spell I taught you?” He asked Harry.
 
Harry nodded, clutching his wand. “D’you want me to use it?” He panted, free
hand coming up to brace on Severus’ shoulder.
 
“If you would.” Severus said.
 
Harry cast the spell on himself and felt his arse fill with slick lube. “Okay.
I’m ready.”
 
Severus wasted no time lining up and sinking in, pressing Harry even further
into the wall, kissing him for all he was worth.
 
Harry moaned encouragement and wordless pleas, egging Severus on further with
every word and sound that fell past his lips. He clutched at the man, fingers
starting to slip on slick skin dewy with the sweat they were creating, but
neither one minded.
 
Severus was pounding into him now, fast and furious thrusts that wouldn’t let
them last very long.
 
To be perfectly honest, Harry could already feel his orgasm rushing towards
him, and he had a feeling they’d be coming together, or very nearly.
 
Harry arched back and screamed as his release swamped him, and he came,
clamping down on Severus and making the man’s hips stutter as the undulations
of the passage surrounding him set him off as well.
 
Severus leaned his head against Harry’s shoulder, laying soft kisses there as
he came back to himself. “Mm. I needed that.”
 
Harry giggled. “Me too. But we should do it in a bed next time. My back is all
scratched up from the stone wall.”
 
“My apologies.” Severus quipped, letting Harry slide down his body, boneless
and satiated.
 
The teen sighed loudly. “Now I need to go get dressed and finish homework. Stop
distracting me.”
 
Severus chuckled. “But you make it so fun.”
 
*****
 
Harry was flipping through an old book of his mate’s when he found it: a
beautifying potion.
 
‘I could use this.’ He thought. ‘It doesn’t look too hard. And it only calls
for things already in Severus’ stores and Omega blood. I have that.’ Mind made
up, he took the book and went into the lab. He took the golden cauldron and set
it up over a small fire, readying the ingredients and a small knife for the cut
he’d need to make. It called for a lot of blood, but after that was added it
needed to simmer for fifteen minutes, which would give him time to get a
sandwich from Pippy and rest a bit. He'd be fine.
 
Harry carefully followed instructions until it came time for the blood to be
added. He cut down the vein on one arm, holding it over the cauldron and
watching it drip in. The book didn’t specify how much needed to be added, just
that more would mean a more drastic change in looks, and Harry knew he wanted
to go for drastic. He noticed when his wand slipped from nerveless fingers and
he tried to reclaim it, but his vision quickly became fuzzy, and he swayed
alarmingly.
 
Then, blackness claimed him, and he fell to the ground.
 
*****
 
Severus was looking for Harry, as the bond had gone radio silent half an hour
ago, and it wasn’t normal for Harry to close it off for so long. He checked the
library, no luck. So he tried the Quidditch pitch, and even the locker rooms
(both of them), and he wasn’t there, either. He went and asked the elves in the
kitchen if they had seen him, and they replied that they hadn’t.
 
He searched nearly the entire castle before doubling back to their rooms,
thinking perhaps he’d just missed the teen.
 
No such luck.
 
The last place Severus decided to check before enlisting McGonagall’s help was
his private lab. He thought, at first glance, that it was empty, until he
noticed that his golden cauldron, Harry’s gift to him, was sitting in the
middle of the table, over a bed of coals. His heart leapt into his throat and
he rounded the table, finding Harry’s body lying on the ground, for all intents
and purposes looking lifeless.
 
“No.” He breathed, rushing to the boy’s side and kneeling there, pressing his
fingers to Harry’s ashen cheek. It was cold. He pressed his fingers to the
boy’s throat, frantically feeling for a pulse. When he managed to find one, it
was weak and arrhythmic. He checked Harry for injuries, and only found two: a
cut down the vein on one wrist, and a bump on his head. That pointed to only
one scenario: Harry had been bloodletting, for some reason, alone, and had
passed out from losing too great a volume for his size and age.
 
“Pippy!” He called out.
 
“Master is calling Pippy?” The elf asked anxiously.
 
“Get me a blood-replenishing potion.” He ordered and waited the ten seconds it
took the elf to comply, worrying that he might not have made it to his mate in
time. After administering the potion, he moved Harry to the bed and checked the
work station, trying to find out just what his foolhardy mate had been up to.
 
He found a book set beside the cauldron, open to a page that had a beatifying
potion on it that used Omega blood.
 
Blood Magic.
 
And his idiotic Gryffindor of a mate had decided that it was acceptable to
dabble in it, alone, without even so much as a ‘by-your-leave!’ He closed the
book and let out a slow breath, trying to rein in his temper, but knowing it
was a lost cause.
 
He was livid.
 
“Severus?” Harry’s voice, tentative and unsure, sounded from behind him.
 
Severus clenched his teeth and closed his eyes. “Blood Magic.” He said softly.
 
He heard Harry’s quiet gulp, and knew the boy was aware of his feelings on the
matter—as he should be, the bond was transmitting his emotions loud and
clear—and waited to hear what Harry’s excuse was going to be.
 
Nothing would make this okay.
 
“I… You said it was a stupid law, to outlaw Blood Magic altogether, and I… I
know I’m not as beautiful as other Omegas. I figured it could only help, but I
wanted it to be a surprise, and it wanted so much blood. I thought I could lose
it and just eat something when the potion started to simmer. I guess I was
wrong.”
 
Severus turned around and fixed his murderous glare on his mate. “You are to go
to our rooms—to your room—and lie down for a nap before dinner. We cannot
involve Poppy—or, indeed, any member of the staff here, so you will listen to
any instructions I give you. You need rest, and you are so grounded.” He added.
 
Harry flushed. “You can’t groundme, I’m not your son—”
 
“Then don’t act like it!” Severus roared, and Harry flinched back.
 
The man took two deep breaths and forced his voice to calm. “Go. To. Your.
Room. We will discuss this further when I don’t feel like throttling you.”
 
Harry nodded and stood, walking out the door like a man condemned. He turned at
the door to whisper, “I’m sorry.”
 
Severus blew out a breath. “Let me calm down some, and I may be able to forgive
this.” He allowed a sliver of hope.
 
Harry nodded and left, no doubt heading back to their shared quarters, to sleep
in a bed that hadn’t seen use in four years, cold and alone.
 
Severus refused to feel sorry for the boy. He’d done something nearly deadly,
and a lesson had to be learned here. By whatever means necessary. Severus knew
he wouldn’t survive losing his mate.
 
He went back to their rooms and got himself a drink, settling into his usual
chair before the fire. Harry's bedroom door was shut, and Severus could feel
that he was sleepy and regretful in equal measure. His guilt might keep him up,
but Severus felt it was best to cool down before going to possibly assuage it
to some small extent.
 
He sipped at his drink in tense silence, his ire cooling the more he considered
things.
 
Harry had no idea how beautiful he was, and, to be fair, Severus didn't often
tell him how attractive he found him. He praised the boy's scent, his size, but
rarely his looks, and apparently Harry couldn't see his beauty.
 
It was just so Harry to not notice how appealing he looked. His self-esteem had
never fully recovered from the harsh treatment he'd received in his younger
years, and he needed the words, words Severus was unaccustomed to bestowing.
 
His previous lovers had been aware of their appeal, and a few had even acted
like they were doing a favour for Severus by sharing their bodies with him, but
he put up with it, because, how could he expect better? He knew how he looked.
 
Now he had a mate, one he found astoundingly lovely, and Harry seemed to find
him attractive, too, though it was anyone's guess how or why. And he needed to
be told that he was good-looking.
 
Severus could do that.
 
Harry was still awake, Severus could feel it, and he decided that, since he was
calmer, it was time to talk to him. He drained his drink and headed to Harry’s
room.
 
He knocked on the door, and a sniffle sounded, followed by a watery, “It’s
open.”
 
He opened the door and walked in, sitting on the edge of Harry’s bed. The teen
was facing the wall, wiping tears from his face and taking deep, occasionally-
hitching breaths.
 
“Harry,” He began, “What you did today was stupid. Beyond belief. But I have
realized something. I rarely tell you how pretty I find you. Your beauty far
outstrips anything I envisioned when I entertained thoughts of someday having a
mate. If I ever gave you reason to doubt your loveliness, I am sorry. There is
no need for you to seek to improve upon your looks. How can one improve
perfection?”
 
Harry turned onto his back and stared up at Severus. “But… Everyone says I look
like Sirius. And you hate him.” He pointed out.
 
Severus smiled. “I hated James more, and I learned to like you despite your
resemblance. Besides, Sirius was an Alpha by the time he reached your age. He
began to look far more rugged and handsome, whereas you look soft and inviting.
It works for you, Harry. You’re gorgeous, and I wonder every day at the sheer
serendipity that somehow landed you in my lap. I don’t deserve such happiness,
but I am a greedy man, and I will grasp every last scrap of affection you gift
me with. But I can’t lose you. And we came so close to that today.” He drew in
a deep breath. “You will be sleeping in here for the rest of the week—”
 
“But—”
 
Severus held up a hand. “Let me speak!”
 
Harry closed his mouth and glared at the ceiling.
 
“You will be sleeping in here for the rest of the week, alone, and you will be
grounded to these rooms for a month. No library, no guests—not even Draco—and
no Firecalls. I will not keep you from Quidditch practice, as that would be
inhumane for you, and we can allow for practices easily enough. But no other
outings. You will be missing a Hogsmeade trip, too.” He finished.
 
Harry pouted. “Fine.” He glanced up at Severus shyly. “Can you say it again?”
Before Severus could ask what he meant, he continued, “That you find me
pretty?”
 
Severus smiled and leaned down to kiss his mate, murmuring against his mouth,
“You are gorgeous, and I love you. Never doubt that. Now, there is still an
hour before dinner. Get some sleep. I will wake you in time.” He promised.
 
Harry smiled widely. “Alright. I love you, too.” Harry said, then turned back
to face the wall, the bond now humming with his happier emotions.
 
Severus left, shutting the door behind himself.
***** House Arrest *****
Severus heard the Floo flare to life and looked over to find Sirius’ head in
his fire. He got up and grabbed Harry’s Floo cushion and knelt. “Black. Harry
can’t come to the Floo at the moment; he is in trouble for being an idiot
Gryffindor.” He explained.
 
Sirius barked out a laugh. “You can’t punish him for his House, Snape.” He
pointed out.
 
“He did something stupid and nearly deadly, and it is being dealt with
accordingly.” Severus added.
 
Sirius’ demeanour changed and he looked suddenly much more solemn. “What did he
do? Is he okay?!”
 
Severus rolled his eyes. “He is well, and I cannot tell you what he did. Nor
will he. I refuse to incriminate my mate.” He told the other man.
 
Sirius’ eyes widened. “What has he been up to? Did he do something illegal?” He
asked in shock.
 
“You don’t want me to answer that.” Severus said curtly.
 
“Yes, I bloody well do!” Sirius shouted in alarm.
 
Severus balled both hands into fists at his sides. “Do you want to have to send
your Godson and his mate to Azkaban?!” He snapped.
 
Sirius paled. “It was that bad?” He asked weakly.
 
“I won’t say more. That way, you can claim ignorance if it ever gets out. Let
yourself have that much.” Severus said, much calmer now.
 
Sirius nodded. “Fine, then. I’ll contact you if an emergency comes up. Have
Harry Firecall me as soon as he’s allowed to.”
 
“I will, Black. Have a good day, and don’t worry about Harry. He is safe, and
he will remain so under my watch. I swear to you.”
 
“Alright. Bye, then.”
 
Severus inclined his head. “Good bye.” He looked up to see Harry leaning on his
doorframe, watching him. “What’s the matter?” He asked.
 
Harry bit his lip. “Is… Is it really that important that we not tell Siri what
I did?” He asked.
 
“He would have to report it, Harry. And using Blood Magic, even just that
potion, with your own blood, is a serious crime. You would be tried as an
adult, and it would be assumed that I condoned the behaviour. We would both go
to Azkaban, as the Blood Magic laws consider Omegas equal to their Alpha. Those
laws are more recent.” Severus explained.
 
“Oh.” Harry said softly. Then, “I’m sorry.”
 
Severus sighed. “I know you are, and I have accepted your apology. But you are
still grounded through this month. This lesson needs to sink in.” He said.
 
Harry nodded. “Oh, trust me, it’s sticking.” He said wryly.
 
Severus smiled thinly. “Good. Are you done with your homework?” He asked.
 
Harry made a face. “I need library books to get enough information for Defence.
My book doesn’t cover non-verbal casting, and Professor Kaine has me working on
that right now.” He explained.
 
Severus eyed him. “I can understand that. I didn’t take into account that your
books are different from your current project in Defence. I will go and get
those books for you. How many do you think you will need?” He asked.
 
Harry frowned. “It’s fourteen inches, so… Two good ones?” He suggested.
 
“Be good and stay here. I will return shortly.” Severus told him, heading out
to go to the library and pick out books for Harry.
 
Harry heaved a sigh and sat on the couch. “I hate being grounded.” He muttered.
 
“You should have taken us with you.” Sinister said from the hearth, and Harry
noticed with a start that he'd emerged from the bedroom at some point during
the day. “We could have gotten your mate when you didn’t wake.”
 
“By then, the damage was done.” Harry told the snake. “And how did you
understand me?” He asked. “I thought you didn’t understand English.”
 
Sinister uncurled in a way that Harry had learned was a snake’s version of a
shrug. “We don’t. But you have certain words we are learning to understand. And
your body language, paired with what just happened adds another layer to things
that seems to surpass language barriers.” He explained.
 
“Oh.” Harry grinned. “Well, I guess that’s good. You're pretty smart, aren’t
you?” He praised the snake.
 
Sinister preened. “I like to think so.” He responded a little smugly.
 
Harry laughed.
 
Vinculum flew into the room, carrying a small pouch full of something, and
dropped it onto Severus' desk. He looked around for his owner and let out a
very annoyed screech when he couldn’t find him, then glared at Harry.
 
Harry laughed. “Want some payment for a successful delivery, do you?” He asked,
getting up and opening the top drawer of Severus' desk. He grabbed one of the
cubed mice and fed it to the disgruntled bird, who nipped at his finger gently
after eating it. “Yeah, that’s what you wanted. Better now?”
 
Vinculum hooted and flew off.
 
Severus came back and eyed Harry, who was just sitting back down. “I saw
Vinculum. Did he bring the terrafeta leaves I ordered?” He asked, handing over
the books.
 
“Probably. He had something in a pouch. It's on your desk.” Harry answered,
tilting his face up to receive Severus' kiss.
 
A big, deep purple bird burst into the room in a burst of blue flame, and Harry
shrieked as he flinched back. The large phoenix, for there was nothing else it
could be, dropped a letter on very expensive stationary into Harry's lap and
disappeared. “What the—was that Tom's phoenix?” He asked.
 
Severus scowled at the air where it had just been. “Yes, she is. Nasty cunt.
She gave me this”—he drew back his hair to reveal a jagged scar just covered by
his hairline—"when we met. We have a mutual rancour for each other.”
 
Harry winced. “Looks painful.” He noted.
 
“It was.” Severus confirmed bitterly. “Her name is Hecate. Fitting, for one
with her temperament. She could give Vinculum a run for his money.” He walked
back to inspect the pouch on his desk, sitting behind it and asking from there,
“What does he want?”
 
Harry broke the seal on the letter and read it. “Another Omega meeting, this
weekend. Since it’s a Hogsmeade weekend, we should all be able to attend. Does
my grounding count for that?” He asked hesitantly.
 
Severus sighed. “I cannot keep you from those engagements and still be a good
mate for you. To earn that, I must help you and the others to get these laws in
place, and you deserve the chance to give your two Knuts in how they are
written. We will go.” He said heavily.
 
Harry smiled widely. “Thank you!” He said happily.
 
“In recompense for you getting an outing you should be denied, you will not get
sex that night. However, you may still sleep in our bed. Be aware that I am
still very much upset with you, though your mistake has been forgiven.” Severus
added.
 
Harry sighed. “I know. I’m going to get started on this essay now.” He said.
 
Severus hummed. “Yes, do so. Let me go over it when you are done.” He told his
mate.
 
“Alright.” Harry agreed.
 
*****
 
“This is very good.” Professor Kaine remarked, handing his essay back. “Better
than the work you normally put forth, even. I must ask: Did you procure help
for this?” He asked.
 
Harry flushed. “Severus gave it a look-over and explained a few things further
to help me grasp the concept of non-verbal casting faster. He knows my learning
style, so he knows exactly what I need to hear to infer the point he's trying
to impart on my own. Should he not have helped, Sir?” He checked.
 
Professor Kaine frowned, but shook his head. “No, that’s fine, so long as he
isn’t flat-out telling you what to write. You say he gives hints only?”
 
“Oh, yes.” Harry said lightly. “He’s a staunch believer that an idle mind is
wasted brainpower. He won’t stand for me taking the easy route. He insists I
think for myself and he makes me work for the knowledge he has.” Harry said in
amusement.
 
“Fine, then. That’s acceptable. You should get to lunch now. I will be along
shortly.” He said, shooing Harry out the door.
 
Harry headed for the great hall, taking his seat across from Neville in between
Draco and Ron. “So, are you guys ready for the meeting?” He asked quietly.
 
Neville sighed. “I suppose so. The only one I really feel is firmly on my side
there is Lee, and I hardly know him!” He said in a harassed tone. “It’s
stressful.”
 
“Severus is firmly on your side, though.” Harry pointed out. “You can count on
him.”
 
“Maybe,” Neville allowed, “but he’s still a slimy Slytherin. He could flip the
script at any time and change his tune. He was a spy, Harry. He’s great at
playing a role. It’s hard to trust him.” He added.
 
Draco glared at him. “A slimy Slytherin?” He asked venomously.
 
Neville smiled at him. “As opposed to a sexy Slytherin, like you.”
 
Draco pursed his lips, looking only slightly mollified. “You’re going to eat
those earlier words when we’re in bed, Lover.” He muttered.
 
“I don’t mind.” Neville told him lightly. “They were relatively tender, I’m
sure they’ll go down easy.”
 
Ron frowned. “Is Snape going to let you go? You’re still grounded, right?” He
asked.
 
Harry nodded. “I am, but he says I can still go to this. He says keeping me
back from going would make him a bad mate. And I really want to be a part of
Tom’s revolution. I wholeheartedly support the changes he’s trying to make to
the status quo.”
 
“Yeah, you really seem happier since he started this whole thing. What exactly
happens there?” Ron asked.
 
Neville made a face. “Snape and Malfoy make us drink hard liquor to prove our
‘manliness.’” He muttered. “And we discuss our views toward Omegas. So far, at
least.”
 
Draco snorted. “The Omegas have it easier. We have tea and discuss what the law
on the agenda for the day should look like, what it should say. If we should
leave loopholes open, and what they should be. We chat about other things in
between as they come up, but mostly just the law we’re working on. And then one
of us gets to deliver the proposed law to our Alpha and tell them what the law
says so they can present it at the next meeting of the Wizengamot.”
 
Harry snickered. “So far, that’s all we’ve done. I have a feeling we’ll be
exchanging pregnancy stories soon enough. Tom’s expecting, now Draco is, it’s
only a matter of time before Lee and the twins have a baby on the way.”
 
Draco chuckled. “Better get a move on, Harry.”
 
Harry flushed, but laughed along with him. “In good time. I wouldn’t mind one,
but it’s mostly up to Severus. He’s the one on the potion, and he wants me
educated. I’m not sure if he’d be willing to let me get pregnant while still in
school.”
 
‘If he’d let me,’ He thought to himself, ‘I wouldn’t mind at all.’
***** New Bill and Wedding Plans *****
Severus and Harry met the rest of the group at the three broomsticks. There was
a public Floo there, though it wasn’t used very often.
 
Severus and Harry went through first, and the others followed.
 
Severus gave Harry a kiss and delivered him into the parlour the Omegas were
meeting in, heading into the parlour down the hall, where the Alphas were
assembling.
 
Harry sat on the couch, watching as Draco and Neville parted ways. The blond
came over and took a seat next to Harry.
 
Lastly, the twins shared a messy, three-way kiss with Lee Jordan and took the
loveseat across the table from Tom’s chair.
 
“That’s… Unconventional.” Draco said, eyeing the twins. “You don’t have a
problem swapping saliva with each other like that?” He questioned mildly.
 
Fred and George both grinned. “We’ve swapped more than spit, so no, it’s not a
problem.”
 
Harry made a face. “And that is more than I wanted to know.” He said.
 
Draco nodded. “Same.”
 
Tom chuckled. “You asked. Now, onto business.”
 
Draco shook his head. “First, there’s something I need since I’m here.” He
called for an elf. “Bring tea for five, and make sure you bring some lemon bars
with it.” He instructed. “Thank you.” He said, leaning back. “I need some lemon
bars."
 
Tom smiled. “Ah, I see. Is it your Alpha’s, or the Werewolf’s?” He asked.
 
Draco shrugged. “It doesn’t matter; we’re going to love it all the same either
way.” He said lightly.
 
Harry waited for tea to arrive and when it did, Draco snagged two of the lemon
bars immediately.
 
Harry made his tea while Draco bit into his treat. “Oh, Merlin, that’s good!”
He said happily. “Now, what were we doing today? Wasn’t it something about
forced mating bonds?” He asked.
 
Tom nodded. “Yes, we need to decide what happens if an Omega is mated against
their will. I think firstly, the bond needs to be dissolved immediately, but
it’s so painful, from what I’ve heard… It’s not really fair to punish the Omega
even further for something they didn’t do willingly.” He mused, frowning. “What
other options are there?”
 
Draco hummed. “If there’s been a bite given, there really isn’t any other way
but to use the potion that will dissolve the bond. But you’re right, it’s said
to be very painful. If there was no bite and it’s only a heat-induced partial
bond keeping them separated for the requisite three months until the Omega’s
next heat would work. It’s stressful, for the Omega, but it doesn’t hurt. But
anything more than that requires the potion.” He said.
 
Tom hummed. “Well,” He murmured, “At least we have a way to provide the potion.
Potion Masters can contract directly with the Ministry once this passes to
provide the potion when needed, free of charge for the Omega.” He grinned. “Oh,
but we should reimburse the Potion Masters. We’ll take it out of the Alpha’s
hide, in the form of a fine for unlawful mating. It’s only what they deserve,
after all. And an extra incentive to not forcibly mate an Omega, heat or no.”
 
George chuckled. “I like the way you think.” He agreed.
 
“How much does the potion cost to produce?” Harry asked.
 
Everyone went silent, eyeing each other.
 
“I’m not sure…” Draco murmured, frowning as he thought. “I think… Twenty
Galleons? Ask your mate, he’ll know.”
 
Harry poked at the bond, then asked, ‘How much does the potion to dissolve a
bond cost to produce?’
 
Severus’ side of the bond thrummed with brief confusion before he answered,
‘Twenty-five Galleons. Why?’
 
‘We’re adding a fine as a way to reimburse Potion Masters for making it for
forcibly mated Omegas. The Alphas have to pay.’ Harry said, sounding supremely
satisfied.
 
‘You sound entirely too smug about that.’ Severus said. ‘But yes, twenty-five
Galleons. It’s expensive to produce, but when needs must…’ He trailed off.
 
‘Brilliant. Thanks, love you.’ Harry came back to his senses to find he was
being stared at. Four sets of eyes were fixed firmly on him. He blushed at the
scrutiny. “Twenty-five Galleons.” He told them. He glanced at the quill that
had paused, and was now writing again. “So it’s a bit pricey, but since
forcibly mating someone is very wrong, it evens out.”
 
Tom nodded. “Good. Should we add on a prison sentence for the Alpha?” He asked.
 
Harry hummed. “I think a year for a second offense. Add on a year every time
they do the same thing, except for if they make it to five, ten years.”
 
Fred whistled. “That would be a good deterrent, I think.”
 
“For the same Omega, or even if it's someone else?” Draco asked.
 
“Even if it's a different Omega.” Harry answered. “There’s no excuse for a
repeat offender getting off easy.”
 
Tom gave a sharp nod and the quill dropped, the scroll rolling up and flying
into his hand. “There. Harry, you should brave the Alphas, since we're
indisposed and the twins’ Alpha needs some more practice before bringing forth
a bill.” He held out the scroll. “Good luck.”
 
Harry winced, but took it. “You do know that Lucius wants me, right?”
 
Tom leered. “Oh, yes. He gets quite amorous when we role-play virginal saviour
caught by Death Eater. I quite like it.”
 
Harry made a face. “Pervert. Both of you are.” He muttered.
 
Draco stifled a snicker.
 
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” Harry groused, leaving the room with the bill. He
went into the room the Alphas were in and handed the bill off to his mate.
“It's going to put consequences in place for forcibly mating Omegas. You can go
over it tonight after we get home.” He said softly.
 
“I trust you. Go back. I'll come get you after saying my good-byes.” Severus
told him.
 
Harry went back and sat down, snagging a lemon bar. “Mm. These are good.” He
said.
 
Draco smirked. “I know.”
 
*****
 
“I don’t like the way Lucius looks at you.” Severus announced abruptly, setting
down the potions book he was reading.
 
Harry looked up from his essay. “You and me both. But what can we do? Gouge his
eyes out?” He suggested.
 
Severus chuckled. “Not legally, no. He knows I won’t share, so you’re safe for
as long as I'm here. Luckily for you, I don’t plan on leaving this Earth any
time soon. But still, his eyes tend to linger overmuch.” He told his mate.
 
Harry made a face. “He may be good-looking, and I can see that, but he’s too
pig-headed and prejudiced for my tastes. Makes him completely unattractive. I
don’t know why Tom's still with him. He could do much better.”
 
“Lucius is comfortable. Keep in mind, My Lord has never known a lover before
him. He wasn’t one to take a partner to his bed, ever.” Severus pointed out.
“Lucius is most likely the only intimate touch My Lord has ever known. And I
doubt Lucius made it very enjoyable. He may have put My Lord off of sex
completely, except when necessary.”
 
Harry shrugged. “From what Tom says, I think he finds it enjoyable enough. They
do role-play, did you know? Apparently Lucius' favourite game is ‘virginal
saviour caught by Death Eater.’”
 
Severus' lip curled. “Why does that not surprise me?” He drawled.
 
Harry grinned. “Because you know him. So, I was thinking that we could get
married this summer, right at the turn of the season. Early June. That way, I
don’t have to go back to Grimmauld for the summer. And we could start off our
married life with a heat. It would be perfect.”
 
“You still have to go to Grimmauld for the night before our wedding. Tradition
dictates that we sleep under different roofs, and I don’t feel like spending a
night at Spinner’s End, so you will have to leave Hogwarts that night.” Severus
informed him.
 
Harry frowned. “Oh, yeah. Stupid traditions.”
 
“And yet, we will honour them all the same.” Severus said firmly.
 
“You don’t really believe all that superstitious poppycock about it being bad
luck to see me before the wedding and all that rot, do you?” Harry asked.
 
Severus smirked. “True or not, I see no reason to tempt fate. I have quite had
my share of bad luck, and I don’t want to risk welcoming any more as we begin
our life together.”
 
Harry huffed. “I guess you have a point. But I don’t have to like it!”
 
“I never said you did.” Severus agreed. “Who is going to be in your wedding
party?” He asked.
 
Harry grinned. “Already discussed that with Draco, Ron and Neville. They all
agreed. I’m in Draco’s, too. Ron’s my best man.” He said happily.
 
Severus nodded. “As he is your oldest friend, that was a given. I am choosing
Lucius—I know you hate him, but he is my oldest living friend, so I have little
choice—Tom, and Minerva.” He revealed.
 
“Well, I suppose it could be worse. Not sure how, but I’m sure it could be.”
Harry quipped.
 
Severus chuckled. “Well, at least you like Tom and Minerva. I could have gone
with three people you disliked, I know enough of them. Should I change my
party?” He teased.
 
“Please don’t.” Harry said with a smile. “I don’t think I’d be able to keep
from hexing any other associates of yours, and I think it’s bad luck—or at
least bad form—for a groom to start hexing the other groom’s wedding party.”
 
“While I wouldn’t mind, I don’t imagine it would reflect well on either Black’s
raising of you, or the Potter tendency toward the dramatic.” Severus said in
amusement.
 
“Is my family known for tending toward the dramatic? Sirius said something like
that once, but he’s a big joker, so I didn’t take him seriously.” Harry asked.
 
Severus nodded. “Oh, yes. The Potters have always flouted society’s rules, but
did it in such grandioseways that instead of being ostracised for it, they came
to be admired. Did you know that your parents had a traditional wedding except
for one thing—they played Muggle music for the reception.”
 
Harry grinned. “Oh, excellent. Because I was going to ask if we could do the
same. Since it’s been done once before I can do something else outlandish, if
it’s going to be expected!”
 
Severus’ brow quirked. “Don’t push your luck, Potter.” He warned.
 
Harry shrugged. “I won’t go too far. I just really want to see you in a Muggle
tuxedo!”
 
Severus shuddered. “The horror.” He drawled. “I refuse.”
 
“Oh, come on!” Harry cajoled. “Just imagine how my arse would look in mine.” He
added.
 
Severus hummed. “I suppose we could come to some agreement.” 
***** The Second Law *****
Chapter Notes
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     patch I'm going through. Time will tell.
Severus watched the rest of the Lords and their proxies filter into the
courtroom as he read through the bill again. It was a good start, though there
was much more work to be done.
 
As the doors closed, he cleared his throat. He stood and spoke, “I bring forth
a bill for discussion and vote. It will make it illegal to forcibly mate an
Omega. If the Omega is found to not want the bond, they will be separated from
their Alpha, the bond dissolved, and the Alpha will be fined twenty-five
galleons, which will be paid to the potioneer who brewed the dissolution
potion. Repeat offenders will face time in Azkaban, one year for each offense,
ten years for any offense past five.” He said, then sat back down to allow for
discussion.
 
Lord Ricken stood. “Listen, I didn’t ask permission to mate with my mate, and
we shouldn’t have to! Mating is usually a spur-of-the-moment thing; you
shouldn’t have to plan for it!” He said angrily. “My lovely Janice didn’t want
to be mine at first, but she ended up very happy. An Omega wants to be mated,
deep down. And besides, the nature of the bond ensures that they will fall in
love with their Alpha, eventually.”
 
Lee stood as the other man took his seat again. “My Omegas, Fred and George
Weasley, didn’t want to be mated, and they avoided it for almost two years
while they decided who they wanted to mate, since not having a mate put them in
a very precarious position. I think you’ll find, if you care enough to ask and
look around, that most Omegas would rather be given a choice when it comes to
who they want to spend their lives with. Your Omega may be happy now, but was
she happy at first, and is she happy because of you, or because of the children
you gave her? This bill will not be retroactive, so your bond is safe, but it
will benefit your children, and don’t we all want the best for our children,
Alpha, Beta, and Omega alike?” He asked, then added, “And the bond does not
ensure love will grow. Affection, yes, to some extent, but love is either there
or it is not, the bond will not engender feelings of love if there are none to
begin with. That is not to say they will not grow with prolonged exposure to a
person, but that is because familiarity breeds love, not due to the bond
itself.” He sat down.
 
Neville stood. “My Omega was willing to poison himself rather than mate with an
Alpha he did not know, one that he felt would not deserve him. He agreed to
mate with me before he presented, when I helped him out of a tense situation
and gained his trust. He had been taught that all Alphas were boorish brutes
that cared not one whit about their Omegas past giving them heirs.” He
resolutely did not look at Lucius as he said that, not wanting to earn the
man’s ire. “I was lucky enough to get to know my Omega before he was forcibly
taken, and I know he would have felt much more secure in his situation had
there been a law like this to fall back on if he were forcibly mated to an
Alpha he could never love. Omegas are people, just the same as us, pure and
simple, and they deserve to be protected.” He sat down, glaring around at
everyone, noting who avoided his stare and who met it unflinchingly.
 
Lord Weasley stood. “My Molly and I were always smitten with each other, and
when I presented Alpha she was very eager to present so we could mate. She and
I spent all our time together, and we were deeply devoted by the time she
presented. Unfortunately, she was taken by another Alpha when her first heat
hit, and she was mated against her will to him. When she went to her father
begging him to do something, he had a Potions Master that owed him a favour,
and he was able to procure the dissolution potion so that Molly and I could
mate after all, once she was free of the bond she didn’t want. But not every
story that started out that way has a happy ending, and my heart breaks for
those Omegas stuck in bad situations or unpalatable ones that have no way of
escaping them. Alpha does not mean all-powerful, and we shouldn’t hold
ourselves to lesser standards of basic decency than we hold others to.” He
finished and sat down.
 
Severus stood again. “When my mate entered his first heat, he had to run to
reach me, while several Alphas chased him through the halls of Hogwarts, hoping
to be the one to claim him, despite the fact that he clearly had a preliminary
bond, due to the fact that he didn’t stop at their order. Omegas that go into
heat in public places are all subjected to like situations, and it simply
shouldn’t be that way. They shouldn’t have to run from Alphas intent on taking
them against their will. They don’t have to in France, or Italy, or, indeed,
any other country besides ours. Why do we treat our Omegas so badly before they
mate, when every other country treats them like the precious treasures they
are, letting them live their lives free and unaccosted until they decide who to
be with, as is proper? There is no reason for that. We need to start seeing
them as people, and giving them the rights they deserve.”
 
“I call for a vote on the bill.” Lucius spoke up, standing as Severus sat. “All
those in favour?”
 
Hands rose, some more slowly than others, but in the end, all hands save for
Lord Ricken’s were in the air.
 
Lucius nodded. “The bill passes.”
 
Severus handed it off and the other three breathed an internal sigh of relief.
One of the more difficult bills they’d have to work with, and it had passed.
Still, it had taken several impassioned speeches to see it done. Hopefully the
next one would be easier.
 
*****
 
Severus came home to find Harry sitting in front of the fire with a long, dark
blue feather in his hand, which he was twirling in between his fingers.
 
“How was your day?” He asked, stepping into the room and pulling his robes off.
 
Harry set the feather down on the table before him and rushed toward Severus to
wrap himself around the man, tilting his face up to eagerly receive his kiss.
“I was fine. Bored to tears, of course, but otherwise content. How did it go?
Did the bill pass?” He asked.
 
Severus chuckled. “Yes, Love, it passed. Only Lord Ricken was against it, after
hearing from Neville, Mr. Jordan, Lord Weasley and myself. Did anything
interesting transpire here? Was that feather one of Nyx’s?” He asked curiously.
 
Harry smiled widely. “Yeah, she came to visit me today! She pulled the feather
out and laid it right in my hand, so apparently she wants me to keep it near me
as a memento, or something. I guess she really does like me.” He said happily.
 
Severus hummed. “Why isn't she living here with us, again?” He asked.
 
“Oh, yeah, I never did tell you why she’s still at Grimmauld. See, shadow
phoenixes don’t like change. She'll probably express her displeasure when we do
move her here. For a little while.” Harry explained.
 
Severus stiffened in Harry's arms and pulled slightly away to look down at his
mate suspiciously. “And just how,” He purred dangerously, “are you expecting
her to express it?”
 
Harry flushed. “Tom said she might… Shitinyourcloset.” He said in a rush.
 
“I believe I heard you wrong.” Severus told him flatly.
 
“No, I’m fairly certain you heard me right.” Harry said timidly.
 
Severus shook his head. “Well, that's simply not on.” He said lightly. “There
will be bird-repelling charms on our closets and wardrobes. That should solve
the issue before it comes up.”
 
Harry nodded. “That it should. Why didn’t I think of that?” He asked.
 
Severus pointed at him. “Gryffindor. Acts of heroism are your forte, not
thinking.” He explained.
 
“Well, thank you for that little nugget of wisdom. And don’t come crying to me
the next time you need a hero.” Harry said.
 
“It seems to be medoing the bulk of the saving in this relationship.” Severus
pointed out.
 
Harry grinned. “Yes, my hero.” He agreed. He leaned in for another kiss then
went over to the couch to collapse back into his previous seat. “I’m bored.”
 
“And yet, you are still grounded for a week and a half. Pity, that.” Severus
told him lightly.
 
Harry pouted. “I really hate you right now.” He said.
 
Severus just chuckled and walked over to sit behind his desk. “Go read
something. You have books you haven’t finished yet.” He advised.
 
“Fine.” Harry said in a long-suffering tone.
 
*****
 
‘Protego!’ Harry thought, even harder. When that failed to work, he glared at
his wand and shook it.
 
Professor Kaine laughed. “No, dear boy, the wand is not the problem. It's in
your concentration that the problem stems. Would I be correct in assuming you
are more given to action than deep thought and rumination? Be honest, now; lies
will only hinder our progress.”
 
Harry sighed, but nodded. “Yeah. I have a talent for Defence, usually, but
mostly the practicals, to be honest. Theory has never been my strong suit.” He
admitted.
 
Professor Kaine smiled. “Well, we still have ten minutes, but I doubt we'll
manage a breakthrough in that time. You should head back to your mate for
today, and try to increase your mental acuity with meditation.” He advised. He
held out his hand for Harry to shake.
 
Harry took his hand and was surprised when the Professor brought the hand to
his lips and brushed a kiss over the knuckles.
 
“You are a delight to teach, and I do so look forward to seeing what you can
accomplish. If you ever feel that your mate is too harsh on you, or is stifling
you, my door is always open. He seems such a cold man, while you have a
vibrancy that I’d hate to see dimmed in any way.”
 
Harry freed his hand and frowned. “Severus may seem cold to an outsider, but he
is very caring to those that he trusts to see that side of him. I feel honoured
to be included in that number, and I am very much in love with him.” He told
the man flatly.
 
Professor Kaine laughed. “I meant no disrespect, of course. I’m sure he loves
you very much, but I have seen even men in love become too much for their
partners. I do wish you two all the best, though. I will see you in class.”
 
Harry nodded and left. ‘That was weird.’ He thought to himself as he headed
back to his and Severus' rooms.
 
*****
 
“…And then he kissed my hand, which was very strange. Kind of made me
uncomfortable, too.”
 
Severus had gone very still where he was sitting behind his desk. He set his
quill down and his head rose from his essays to meet Harry's concerned gaze.
“He. Did. What?” He asked silkily, and Harry felt a shiver travel down his
spine.
 
Uh-oh. That was Severus' Most Angry voice. That never boded well.
 
“Um. He kissed my hand. I set him straight afterward, but I don’t want to have
any secrets from you, so I figured I might as well let you know. You don’t have
to go kill him!” He added hurriedly as Severus stood.
 
Severus hummed as he grabbed his teaching robes from the back of his chair and
put them on, buttoning them quickly with the ease of long practice. “No, I do
not need to kill him.” He agreed, then added, “Maim, perhaps.” As he headed for
the door.
 
Harry rushed over to him and stood in his path, blocking him with his body.
“Come on, Severus, you know I’m yours. It’s fine, I’m okay, he didn’t hurt me,
he just got a little too friendly, that’s all! No harm done, you can let it
go!” Harry said fervently.
 
Severus grabbed Harry about the waist, moved him out of the way, kissed him,
and walked out the door. “Stay here; you’re still grounded.” He reminded the
teen.
 
Harry groaned as the door shut behind his mate. Great. Someone was going to
die.
 
Harry sat down and fretted, unable to do anything else. He waited awhile, and
just as he was about to start working on his homework, the door opened and
Severus came back in.
 
Harry stood. “What happened?” He asked.
 
Severus smirked. “I had a little chat with him, showed him exactly why he
shouldn't underestimate my devotion to you and the strength of our bond, and
let him know in no uncertain terms exactly what would happen if he overstepped
his bounds again.” He answered smugly.
 
Harry frowned. “By ‘showed him’ you mean..?” He asked.
 
Severus chuckled. “I professed my ardent love for you, which was physically
painful, as I don’t trust the man as far as I can throw him, and I let him get
a good, up-close look at your mark on my neck. I believe he has seen the error
of his ways. I didn’t hurt him in any way.”
 
“That’s a relief.” Harry said happily.
 
Severus snorted. “Really, Harry, you need to trust me more. How often have you
seen me fly off the handle?” He asked.
 
Harry flushed. “Well, there’s a first time for everything!” He defended his
worry.
 
Severus chuckled. “Do your homework, Love.” He told his mate.
***** Freedom and Romance *****
Chapter Notes
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“After breakfast today, you are free to go. Don’t try to kill yourself again,
Love.” Severus said, bending to kiss his mate.
 
Harry smiled up at him. “I won’t. Now that I know you find me pretty.”
 
“Prettier than any other Omega in the world.” Severus confirmed. “And all
mine.”
 
Harry flushed. “Well, I wouldn’t quite go that far. Draco is--"
 
“Totally not my type, thank you very much.” Severus cut him off. “I prefer
darker beauty, personally.”
 
“Which works out well for me.” Harry said cheerfully. “Today I’m going to give
away Hedwig's babies. I've already decided which ones are going to which
friends. I think they'll like them.”
 
Severus chuckled. “They should. The babies are as lovely as their mother. And
luckily, they take after her in temperament, too.”
 
“Well, the white one is a bit standoffish, but that'll suit Draco, Neville and
Remus just fine. Draco already had to deal with his father's owl while he was
younger, so he can handle a high-maintenance bird easily.” Harry told him.
 
“He'll do well with one. On another note,” Severus wrapped an arm around
Harry's waist and bent to whisper in his ear, “You really should wear one of
your butt plugs today. You're spending lunch in my office with me. I have
plans.” He purred.
 
Harry’s face flamed and he ducked his head. “In that case, I need to get one
out of my trunk and pop into the loo really quick.”
 
Severus chuckled darkly as Harry rushed away to grab his toy and put it in.
 
He picked out the blue one, knowing he’d need it a bit bigger in case Severus
decided he’d be wearing it to keep his come inside him for the rest of the day,
which, for Severus, was a common request. If he leaked, the tiny green thong he
was wearing would be no barrier at all, and he’d end up with an arsefull of
seed running down one leg, possibly both. Since Severus tended to come rather a
lot, he didn’t like the idea of having it leak out all afternoon.
 
He checked to make sure his stockings were covered by his robes, and smiled to
himself. It was going to be a good day.
 
*****
 
“So far, I just whistle different tunes for each one, and they respond to that,
but they know you’ll be giving them names.” Harry explained to Ron, Draco,
Neville and the twins. He whistled a short tune and the first owl flew down to
perch on his arm. “This one looks most like his mother, but he takes after his
father just a bit in temperament. He’s a bit feisty, but I think Draco can
still handle him in one of his moods, so I’m giving him to you guys.” Harry
explained to Neville, then handing the bird to Draco.
 
Draco looked him over. “So he’s mostly mine, then?” He asked.
 
“Yes.” Harry told him. “Though I suspect all of you will use him.”
 
“Then I’m naming him Hermes.” Draco decided. “Thank you.” He added, stroking
the bird, who hooted and looked at his new owner intently.
 
“The next one is a girl, she’s really sweet, and I can tell she needs someone
who will appreciate her.” Harry whistled another tune and the light grey owl
flew down to him. He held her out to Ron. “She’ll be much more useful than
Errol, that’s for sure. You need a more reliable bird.” He explained.
 
“Thanks.” Ron said happily. “Hm… I’ll have to think about a name for her. She
deserves a good one.”
 
Harry turned to Fred and George. “And for you two…” He whistled a third tune
and the last owl, the black one, flew down to him. “This one is nice, but she
has a temper if you’re short with her, so treat her well. She’ll also protect
your mail pretty well, which you two will need.”
 
George smiled and took the bird. “Excellent. What do you think? Ebony?” He
asked Fred, who nodded.
 
“Suits her perfectly. Thanks, Harry!” Fred said.
 
Harry smiled at them all. “No problem. Now, I intend to go spend some time in
the library, since I have a project I’m working on for Defence that I haven’t
quite gotten the hang of yet.” He explained.
 
Ron made a face. “I’m going to go fly.”
 
Draco and Neville shared a look. “We… Um…”
 
Harry rolled his eyes. “Yes, I know what you two ‘um.’ Have fun.” He teased,
and the two blushed before heading back toward the dungeons, back to their
room.
 
Fred and George grinned. “We have shop business to attend to, but if you come
by later on, we can round up some free samples for you.”
 
Harry snorted. “Yes, Severus would love that.” He told them. “We’ll see.” He
waved and left.
 
*****
 
Severus let his mind drift as he sat behind his desk, grading his last stack of
essays—this year’s seventh-year N.E.W.T. class—and relived his confrontation
with Professor Kaine.
 
Severus burst into the other man’s office, eyes flashing with barely-contained
anger as he practically breathed fire. “How dare you?!” He hissed at the older
man.
 
Everett Kaine smiled thinly. “He told you, then?” He asked mildly.
 
Severus leaned over the desk, very deliberately entering the man’s personal
space. “My mate,” He stressed the word, drawing it out, “Keeps nothing from
me.” He told the man. “He and I are devoted to each other, I to him as much as
he to me, and I love him with every fibre of my being. He is my everything and
having someone like you trying to come between us is going to seriously test my
patience. You know I am within my rights to defend our bond, and I will come
after you with a vengeance if I feel our bond is being threatened. Trust me
when I say: you do not want me as your enemy.” He finished in a soft voice.
 
Just as he was about to leave, he spun around and stalked back over to the
desk. “And for your information,” He unbuttoned the first three buttons at his
neck and drew the cloth halfway obscuring his mark away. “This is the proof of
my words; I bear his mark as surely as he bears mine. Fair warning: his mark is
hidden. Don’t go looking for it.”
 
After he left the room, he had felt very vindicated, and had high hopes that,
after hearing his words and seeing the mark on his neck, the Defence Professor
would back off of his mate.
 
He smiled widely when the object of his thoughts walked in—his mate, not the
Professor—and scooted his chair slightly away from his desk. “Come here, Love.”
He said warmly. “It’s lunchtime?”
 
Harry flushed. “Half an hour before, actually. I couldn’t wait any longer; I
had to see you.” He explained, sitting in Severus’ lap and twining his arms
around the man’s neck. “I hope you don’t mind.”
 
Severus chuckled. “Mind? Whyever would I mind?” He asked. “Was it that you
wanted to see me, or you wanted to see what I had planned for you?” He purred,
leaning forward to nip at Harry’s ear.
 
The Omega gasped at the sharp sting, but tilted his head to give Severus better
access to his ears, letting the man know he’d liked it. “Will you get mad if I
say ‘both?’” He asked.
 
Severus hummed, leaning in to take in his mate’s intoxicating scent. “Of course
not.” He slipped his hand up under Harry’s robes and stilled as he encountered
a silky fabric he remembered. “Oh, you didn’t.” He whispered, drawing the robes
up to see the black stockings. “Mm, what’s the occasion?” He questioned his
mate, running fingers over the stockings.
 
Harry giggled. “I just felt like it.” He said lightly. “That, and you defended
me from an unworthy Alpha yesterday. You deserve a little something special for
that.”
 
“Yes, I believe I do, don’t I?” Severus agreed. “Up, robes up around your
waist, legs spread for me.”
 
Harry assumed the position, and Severus growled at the sight of the green
thong.
 
“Oh, you really went all out, didn’t you?” He asked approvingly.
 
Harry hummed. “I assumed today would be a good day for easy access.” He
explained.
 
Severus growled. “Indeed it is.” He pulled the string of the thong aside and
tapped the base of the butt plug a few times. “So, are you slick for me? When I
pull this out are you going to let loose a flood of slick for me to drink from
you? I do so love your taste.” He murmured, slipping to his knees on the floor
behind Harry as he drew out the plug.
 
Harry mewled at the feeling, gasping when Severus drew his cheeks apart and
laved him from the base of his balls to his tailbone, then speared his tongue
into Harry’s wet hole.
 
Severus hummed and growled as he ate his mate out, delighting in both the taste
of his Omega and the beautiful sounds he made, wriggling and writhing under his
mouth.
 
“Oh! Yes, more!” Harry gasped out, then whimpered as Severus sucked at his
hole.
 
Severus gave him a slap on the ass as he stood, opening his robes and trousers
just enough to free his cock and placing a firm hand on the small of Harry’s
back. “Hold your self open for me, and keep that thong out of the way, too.” He
ordered, lubing his cock, since he had just ingested most of Harry’s slick.
 
Harry reached back and held his cheeks, one hand also keeping his thong pulled
to the side.
 
Severus slid in and both of them moaned lowly, Harry letting his head fall
forward and hit the desk with a dull ‘thud.’
 
Severus chuckled. “Careful, love. Don’t want to cause yourself brain damage.
Too many hits to the head leaves a lasting impression.” He warned.
 
Harry pushed back with a soft growl. “Just shut up and fuck me.” He demanded.
 
Severus hummed and redoubled his efforts, slamming into his mate repeatedly,
both of them letting out small noises in time with the slap of flesh on flesh.
 
Harry gasped and came, mewling as he released a few drops of fluid, not coming
much, but some days he didn’t. It didn’t worry him since Severus seemed
unconcerned.
 
Severus cursed and tightened his grip on Harry’s hips as the undulations of his
passage set him off, as well. “Minx. You always set me off. Warn me next time!”
He chided. “Hurry up and put your plug back in. Don’t take it out until we’re
back in my rooms for the day.” He told his mate.
 
Harry quickly slipped the plug back in and smiled as he set his clothes to
rights. “We should go to lunch; there’s still time.”
 
Severus shook his head. “Pippy!” He called out. “Bring lunch.”
 
The elf brought a plate of fruit and cheese cubes.
 
“I had her put together a plate as if we were sharing a heat. This way, we can
feed each other. It’s supposed to be romantic, or some such rubbish.” He said,
flushing.
 
Harry beamed at him. “That’s so sweet! Where did you get the idea?” He asked.
 
Severus cleared his throat. “Narcissa said I should do something spontaneous
and romantic for you and gave me a few ideas. I felt it was best to heed her
words. She’s usually right, and after the debacle with Kaine, it seemed prudent
to remind you that I can do things right once in a while, if not often.” He
explained.
 
Harry chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not with you for romance or great sex,
I’m with you because you’re a good man, and a great Alpha. The rest of it is a
nice bonus, but you don’t have to go to all this trouble for me. Just being
yourself in enough. But I’ll gladly feed you!” He said, picking up a cheese
cube and holding it to Severus’ lips.
***** Chats and Check-ups *****
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Harry blinked in confusion, rereading the very short letter again.
 
It was from Tom. All it said was, “How would you like to vote? I know I would.”
 
Harry shrugged and set it aside. He’d answer it later. He assumed that was
their next order of business.
 
Draco nudged him. “That was from Tom, wasn’t it? What did it say?”
 
Harry snorted. “I think we’re working on getting the right to vote next. He
wants to be allowed to. I thought he’d work on getting into the Wizengamot
next, but apparently not. This is a better next step, though. Otherwise, we’re
going all out of order.” He said.
 
Draco nodded. “Makes sense. After all, getting Omegas into the Wizengamot is
going to be tough. Better to go for the easier things first. Voting is
sensible. Even women have that right, after all.”
 
“Yeah, and Omegas deserve that right.” Harry said simply, turning back to his
breakfast.
 
“You know, when we can vote, we can—" Draco suddenly went very pale and jumped
up from his seat, running out of the Great Hall with a hand clapped over his
mouth.
 
Neville sighed, picking up his bag and Draco's. “Morning sickness.” He
explained. “If I don’t meet him in the bathroom and keep him company until he’s
done, he'll never let me forget it.” He waved goodbye as he left to find his
mate.
 
Harry and Ron shared a look.
 
“Looking forward to pregnancy?” Ron asked.
 
“Not that part, no.” Harry answered. “Most of it should be okay, though. I do
want a baby to care for. And I think Severus will make an excellent father.” He
said wistfully.
 
Ron shrugged. “If you say so.” He said mildly.
 
“I do.” Harry replied firmly. “He'll be wonderful.”
 
*****
 
“I told him I’m ready to work on that next, so it should be the next order of
business.” Harry told his mate.
 
Severus nodded. “I see. You are aware that Alphas will not be very willing to
hear that their Omegas may have differing political views, are you not? I see
that being our biggest hurdle.”
 
Harry smiled. “I’m sure you can work your magic.” He said lightly.
 
“I’m not so certain.” Severus said, opening up his book and beginning to read.
 
Harry frowned. “Well, either way, we still intend to try.” He said.
 
“And that’s all you can do.” Severus agreed mildly.
 
“I’m going to go to the library and work on my homework. If I’m lucky, there
will be someone there who wants a partner.” He muttered. He got to the library
and looked around, spotting Ron and Daphne Greengrass sitting together, talking
quietly. He walked over to their table.
 
“Mind if I butt in, or is this table private?” He asked with a smile.
 
Ron snorted. “Pull up a chair, we're working on Transfiguration.” He said.
 
Daphne smiled at Harry, then turned to Ron. “So, are you going to be a
gentleman and introduce me to your friend?” She asked him sweetly.
 
Ron flushed a bit. “Right. Where are my manners?”
 
“Likely in your other trousers.” Daphne muttered, causing Ron’s flush to
deepen.
 
“Harry, this is Daphne Greengrass, my girlfriend. Daphne, Harry Potter, my best
friend.” He said.
 
Daphne reached over the table to shake Harry's hand. “A pleasure. Any friend of
Ron's is a friend of mine. Besides, you’re the mate of our Head of House; that
makes you an honorary Slytherin. Welcome to the club.” She said with an air of
superiority.
 
Harry chuckled. “Uh, thanks, I think.” He said.
 
Daphne smiled at Harry. “It’s a very exclusive club. You should feel honoured
to be included in it. Ron will be, too, someday, if we make it that far.” She
said lightly, running a finger over the back of his hand. “Trust me, you want
to make it that far with me.” She added to Ron in a much firmer tone.
 
Harry frowned. “That sounded almost threatening.” He noted.
 
Daphne rolled her eyes. “It wasn't a threat, I'm just letting him know how it’s
going to be. I know what I want, and when I choose to go after what I want, I’m
a bit more direct than your average girl. If he complains, I can ease off a
bit, but he hasn’t yet.” She pointed out.
 
Harry looked to Ron, who smiled. “I need a girl that can stand up to me.
Daphne's been proving time and again that she can be that girl, and more. So
far, things are going good with her.” He explained.
 
“If you say so.” Harry said quietly, pulling out his book and the beginnings of
his Transfiguration essay. “So, how many inches do you two have already?” He
asked.
 
Daphne smirked. “Yes, tell us, Ron: how many inches do you have?” She asked,
eyes flicking downward momentarily, hinting at her true meaning.
 
Ron turned bright red. “Daphne!” He hissed. “He meant the essay!” He added.
 
“My mistake.” Daphne said lightly, then answered Harry. “We're at seven so far.
We've covered all the points on page three-seventy, but we haven't moved on
from there yet.”
 
*****
 
Remus burst into the hospital wing, looking harried. “Am I late?” He asked in
worry.
 
Neville chuckled. “Only by two minutes, but we waited for you.” He answered
from Draco's bedside.
 
Remus smiled in relief. “Thank you. I don’t want to miss this for the world.”
He told them, walking to stand beside Neville.
 
“Alright.” Neville told Madame Pomfrey. “We're ready now.”
 
“Good.” Madame Pomfrey took out her wand. “First I'm going to run a quick
diagnostic charm to ensure that you’re still healthy enough to carry to term;
no reason we can’t check every time you see me, after all.” She told Draco, who
nodded.
 
She cast the charm, and Draco's body was encased in a soft yellow light. “Have
you been taking the potions I prescribed you?” She asked, frowning.
 
“Of course.” Draco answered. “Is something wrong?” He asked.
 
“Your iron is a bit low. That can happen if the morning sickness is bad. Try to
eat more red meats. If meat is an issue, dark green leafy vegetables can also
work.” She told him.
 
Draco sighed. “Fine.” He said.
 
Remus bent and kissed his forehead. “It’s only for a little while, Love. Do it
for the babies.”
 
Draco hummed in assent.
 
Madame Pomfrey cast another charm and smiled. “Oh, you’re having twins!” She
exclaimed.
 
Draco's eyes widened. “Two?!” He turned his gaze to Neville. “Quite the
overachiever, aren’t you?” He asked.
 
Neville chuckled. “Well, they might be Remus'.” He said.
 
“True.” Draco conceded the point.
 
“Would you like to know the gender?” Madame Pomfrey asked.
 
Draco looked at his mates. “Do we want to know?” He asked them.
 
“I'd like to know.” Remus said. “That way we can start looking at names.”
 
Neville nodded. “Yes, let's find out what we have.”
 
Madame Pomfrey cast another charm and Draco's abdomen glowed purple. “Looks
like one of each.” She said happily. “Of course, there's no way to check
secondary gender in utero, so we won't know that until they're born, but one
little boy and one little girl. You can start decorating the nursery now.”
 
Remus smiled. “Lavender or seafoam green?” He asked.
 
“Green.” Draco answered.
 
Neville chuckled. “Let him have his way this time, I suppose.” He allowed.
 
Draco beamed at him.
 
Madame Pomfrey smiled at them. “So far, things look good. Keep taking those
prenatal potions—" Draco made a face and Madame Pomfrey laughed. “—I know, they
taste vile, but they're still the best thing you can do for those babies right
now. Try to keep the stress to a minimum, and let your teachers know that you
can't participate in practicals right now. Your magic should still be reliable
for a few months yet, but we don’t want you getting hit with any stray spells,
so keep to the back of the classroom and only do the written work. You're a
Pureblood with an impressive pedigree, so you'll likely find yourself on bed
rest sooner than later, too. Just be aware of that.” She warned.
 
Draco sighed. “I understand.” He said.
 
Madame Pomfrey nodded, putting her wand away. “That's it for today. Remus, stay
with them for at least two hours before heading home. Your bond is straining a
bit.” She advised.
 
Remus smiled. “I was already planning to stay awhile, so I can do that.” He
said.
 
Neville helped Draco up and they left, heading down to their room.
 
When they got in, Draco collapsed onto the couch, kicking his shoes off.
“Merlin's balls, I can’t believe you two got me up the duff with two!”
 
Remus chuckled. “We did set out to get you that way. Maybe not with two on the
first go, but was getting you pregnant not the aim?” He asked, lifting Draco up
and sitting where his head was, laying the blond back down in his lap.
 
Neville took the other side of the couch and began to massage Draco's feet.
“So, names?” He prompted.
 
Draco smiled. “I have a few ideas…”
Chapter End Notes
     It's shorter than usual so you can suggest names if you want to. I
     reserve the right to veto any I don't like, but I am open to
     suggestions at this point. Keep in mind, the boy may be Alpha or
     Omega (haven't decided yet), so you may want to suggest a name for
     either eventuality. That being said, hope you don't mind the short
     chapter, there should be another one fairly soon.
***** Talking Children *****
Harry collapsed atop Severus with a sigh, then slid off to the side, wrapping
his legs around Severus' right leg as Severus reached for his wand and cast a
quick cleaning charm.
 
Harry smiled happily as Severus' arm wrapped around his shoulders and pulled
him close to press against the man's side.
 
“Severus?” He questioned.
 
Severus’ eyes were closed and he was obviously intent on going to sleep.
 
‘Well, this will wake him right up.’ Harry thought wryly and asked, “When are
we going to have children?”
 
Severus' eyes popped open and he sighed. “And there it is.” He muttered,
bringing up his free hand to rub over his face. “I was wondering when we'd be
having this discussion.”
 
Harry frowned. “Well, I was going to wait until my heat, when you’re all
shagged-out and agreeable, but this seemed nicer. At least you’re clear-headed
right now. Mostly.” He said.
 
Severus hummed. “I do appreciate that, thank you. Harry, my beloved, why do you
want a child right now?” He asked.
 
Harry shrugged and began tracing patterns on Severus’ bicep as he spoke softly,
eyes focusing intently on the motions of his fingertip. “Well, I seem to be the
only Omega not having one, besides the twins. And I think you'd make a
wonderful father, I want to see that part of you. I got glimpses of it my first
summer here, but I want to see more of that. I want to open my heart to another
human that I get to raise, to pass down my own beliefs and views and get to see
them grow up as the world changes for the better. I just…” Harry shrugged and
met Severus' gaze. “I think it’s time.” He said softly.
 
Severus closed his free hand over Harry's hand on his arm and brought it to his
lips to brush a kiss over the palm. “Love, you know it pains me to deny you
anything, so I will agree to try, but I have one request of you that I hope you
will grant.”
 
“Hm?” Harry hummed questioningly.
 
Severus' lips quirked upwards at the corners. “Can we save trying to get you
with child until after we're married, so your Dogfather does not come here
intent on ripping my throat out?” He asked.
 
Harry snorted. “Good point. Deal.” He said happily.
 
“And you will be keeping up with your school assignments both before and after
having our child. You're taking your N.E.W.T.s on time.” Severus added.
 
“Of course. I know how you feel about me getting a good education.” Harry
agreed.
 
“Mm. It is a matter of paramount importance.” Severus confirmed. “As is getting
a good night's sleep. Go to sleep.” He ordered, pressing a kiss to the side of
Harry's head.
 
Harry cuddled as close as he could and closed his eyes, a small smile on his
face as he obeyed his Alpha's edict.
 
*****
 
“Scorpius?” Draco questioned, running his foot over Neville's calf.
 
Neville made a face. “I don’t like it.” He said. “What about Franklin?” He
suggested.
 
Draco hummed. “Maybe. If we have an Omega boy.”
 
“Franklin is a perfectly good name for an Alpha.” Neville said. “You wouldn’t
think Neville was a good Alpha name, but I’m making it work, aren’t I?”
 
“You're a special case.” Draco told him.
 
Neville smirked. “And our child will be special, as well. Remus likes Alice for
a girl. We discussed it when I walked him to the gates earlier. What do you
think?”
 
Draco considered it for a while. “It’s nice, but I kind of wanted to keep to
tradition for the Blacks and use a star or constellation.” He said.
 
Neville snorted. “Sirius has that covered. Apparently, his firstborn's middle
name is Perseus.”
 
“That’s atrocious.” Draco said flatly.
 
“Oh, and Scorpius is so much better.” Neville said sarcastically.
 
Draco huffed. “It is.”
 
“Vetoed. Try again.” Neville said firmly.
 
“Fine.” Draco said with a scowl. “How about… Orion? If it’s an Alpha boy?”
 
“Draco, if you can give me an Alpha son on your first try, I will let you name
him whatever you want.” Neville told him.
 
Draco perked up. “Even Scorpius?” He asked.
 
Neville chuckled. “Except Scorpius.” He amended.
 
“Bugger.” Draco muttered.
 
“What about Alexander? We can spell it the French way for an Omega, which would
change the look of the name, making it softer, more suited to an Omega.”
Neville suggested.
 
“Yes, that might work.” Draco murmured. “But what about our little girl? Can we
do Alice for a middle name? I want something more… Elegant. And grandiose.” He
said.
 
Neville grinned. “What do you have in mind?” He asked.
 
“Corona? Cassiopeia?”
 
“No to the second one.” Neville said firmly. “We're not saddling our daughter
with that monstrosity; I think Remus will agree with me on that one.”
 
Draco huffed. “Fine. Fair enough. What about Anastasia?” He asked.
 
Neville tilted his head as he considered it. “That's actually a nice one. We'll
run it by Remus, see what he thinks.”
 
Draco smiled. “Corona? What about that one?”
 
Neville shrugged. “That’s a maybe, too.”
 
“I really like Corona. It’s pretty.”
 
“We'll see. We need to get some sleep. We have Potions first thing tomorrow.”
Neville pointed out.
 
Draco waved a hand. “Potions is a cakewalk. You'll be partnering with Harry
tomorrow. He won’t let you down.”
 
Neville chuckled. “It’s more me letting him down I’m worried about.”
 
“Hm. You have a point there. Good night, Alpha.” Draco said, snuggling up and
closing his eyes.
 
“Good night, Love.”
 
*****
 
“Corona?” Harry asked sceptically.
 
“It's great, isn’t it?” Draco asked excitedly.
 
Harry made a face. “Draco, I’m not sure how to tell you this, but…”
 
Draco's eyes narrowed. “What?”
 
“Corona is the name of a Muggle beer. I wouldn’t name your daughter that if
you're planning to let her go here when she's eleven. That's all.” Harry said.
 
Draco groaned. “I hate Muggles.” He said.
 
Harry shrugged. “Any other ideas?”
 
Draco sighed. “Anastasia. Or have the Muggles ruined that one, too?” He asked
peevishly.
 
“No. That’s fine.” Harry answered. “Kind of like that one, actually.”
 
Draco looked mollified at that. “Good.” He declared, turning back to his food.
 
Neville mouthed ‘thank you' at Harry while Draco wasn’t looking, and Harry
returned with a nod. Apparently the Alpha hadn't liked the name, but not enough
to immediately veto it.
 
*****
 
“I did it!” Harry said, a wide smile on his face.
 
“Yes, very good. Let's try again, make sure it wasn’t a fluke.” Professor Kaine
remarked, taking aim at Harry again. “On three. One… Two… Three!” He shot a
jelly-legs at Harry and Harry quickly called up a non-verbal Protego.
 
Professor Kaine lowered his wand with a proud smile. “Excellent work, you've
got the hang of this! Now, do you think you can cast a non-verbal stunner? It’s
an important skill to have in a battle situation, which you seem to have a
history of attracting.”
 
Harry snorted. “Not so much anymore, but let’s see if I can do it.”
 
“Alright, I’ll make it easy on you this first time. We'll cast a cushioning
charm behind and in front of me in case I fall that way instead, and I'll just
stand here and wait for you to cast.”
 
Harry had a momentary thought that an opponent wouldn't just stand there
waiting to be hit, but brushed it aside and aimed his wand. He tried and tried,
but after five minutes of standing there ineffectually pushing the word
“stupefy" at the wand in his hand, he deflated. “I don’t think this is going to
work.” He said tiredly.
 
Professor Kaine frowned. “No, I suppose not. At least, not tonight. After class
Thursday, then?” He checked.
 
Harry flushed. “Um, Thursday’s a bit… Inconvenient for me. I'll be… Indisposed
that day.” He said.
 
Professor Kaine mentally went through a quick calculation and his eyes widened.
“Oh, dear! Yes, of course you will be! My mistake! Well, I'll discuss it with
you when your heat is over, then. Give your mate my regards, unwelcome though
they may be.”
 
Harry chuckled. “I will, Sir. Good evening!” He left the classroom.
 
He met up with Severus on his way down to the dungeons. “You're late. I was
coming to get you.” The man explained.
 
Harry cast ‘tempus’ and snorted. “I was late by five minutes. There’s no way
you could have gotten all the way up here in that short a time.”
 
Severus flushed. “So I jumped the gun a bit. Sue me.” He said irritably.
 
Harry stopped in the middle of the hall and wrapped his arms around Severus’
waist. “I love you, too!” He said happily.
 
A couple of passing first-years stopped to stare at the spectacle until Severus
glowered at them and snarled.
 
They hurried on their way at that.
 
“Harry, please—" Severus began.
 
Harry let him go and smiled at him brightly. “Sorry. It couldn’t wait until we
were in private. Sometimes you just have to drop everything and hug the one you
love the most, you know?” He asked brightly.
 
Twin spots of colour appeared on Severus' cheeks at the words and he cleared
his throat. “Yes, well. Let's get to our rooms, shall we?” He asked.
***** Talks and Reconciliations *****
Harry, Ron and Neville watched as Fred opened the candy and ate it, then his
eyes became grey and he grinned. “So, who wants me to test it on them?” He
asked, looking over the three fifth-years, who all shifted nervously, not
answering. The candy was supposed to give a person x-ray vision. “Fine, all of
you, it is!” He cleared his throat. “Ronniekins, nice chudley cannons boxers
there. Neville, plain black boxers, how boring of you. Harry, my, my! What a
pretty green thong!” He purred, leering at Harry's crotch.
 
Harry flushed and covered himself, squeezing his legs together in an effort to
hide said panties from the other teen. “Pervert. My eyes are up here!” He said
without much heat.
 
George and Ron laughed while Neville snorted.
 
Fred clutched at his heart dramatically. “Oh, I’m wounded! Never in all my
years have I been called a pervert before! Whatever shall I do?!”
 
Hermione, who had been studying a few tables down, closed her book with a loud
thud and marched over to the group. “Do you mind? Some of us are trying to
study.” She hissed, glaring around at the group.
 
George shrugged. “Way I see it, the library'sthe place for that. You want to
stay in here where it’s warm, you can deal with the noise. We don’t all cater
to you, you know. Besides, you've made life hard for our Harry, and we count
Neville a friend, too, now, so you can just get bent.” He said.
 
Hermione flushed and straightened. “You obviously don’t care for Harry very
much. He's in an abusive relationship with a teacher, and you're all just
letting it go on!” She said hotly.
 
Fred frowned. “Abusive? Harry's never claimed abuse, and I’m inclined to
believe him over you.”
 
“Well, he’s not going to, is he? Snape's been grooming him for years; Harry
probably thinks he wants it by now. But he’s underage, which not only makes it
abuse, but statutory rape, as well!” She added. “And don’t try to tell me
there's nothing going on, because I’ve been keeping an eye on you, and it
started fourth year, or maybe earlier!”
 
Neville stood up and stepped in between her and Harry, who was silent, just
watching her warily. “You might want to back off, Hermione. There are forces at
work between them you couldn’t possibly understand, and suffice it to say that
Harry knows what he’s about, and he’s not in any danger of being abused, past
the verbal abuse you're heaping on him right now. And before you start in on me
and my mates, let me just inform you that anything you say could potentially
set me off. Draco is in a very delicate situation right now, so I’m
overprotective at the moment. Tread carefully.” He warned quietly.
 
“What do you mean, ‘delicate situation?’ You make it sound like he’s pregnant,
or something.” Hermione laughed. She grew silent when Neville just continued to
stare at her calmly, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh, God, you're
kidding! That’s so… Unnatural! It’s only women that are supposed to be able to
get pregnant! It’s the one thing that sets us apart from men!” She shouted.
 
Neville chuckled. “I assure you, Draco's pregnancy is perfectly natural, and
it’s not your concern, besides.” He told her.
 
“What do you mean, mates? Are you some kind of creature, or something?”
Hermione asked.
 
Neville sighed, then turned to Harry. “How much do you want her to know?” He
checked.
 
Harry shrugged. “We told her second year, but Dumbledore modified her memory. I
don’t care.”
 
Neville nodded and turned back to her. “Look up Alphas and Omegas in the school
library. Should be enough there to give you a rudimentary understanding of
secondary genders.” He told her.
 
Hermione frowned and left for the library.
 
Fred shrugged and turned back to Harry. “Oh, hey, the candy’s getting stronger!
Look, panties, no panties! Panties, no panties! Panties—Gah!” He closed his
eyes, then covered them with his hands. “Internal organs. Gross.”
 
The others laughed.
 
“That’s what you get for looking at me naked. Payback’s a bitch, innit?” Harry
asked. “At least this way I don’t have to send Severus after you to defend my
honour.” He teased.
 
Fred paled. “No need for that. We’re all friends here, right? No harm done.”
 
Harry shrugged. “You got your punishment. It’s fine now.”
 
Ginny approached them, and Harry stiffened.
 
Ron laid a hand on his arm. “Hear her out. She's been meaning to talk to you
since the year started.” He said softly.
 
Harry frowned. “Alright.”
 
Ginny took a deep breath. “Harry, can we talk in private? There are some things
I need to say to you. It's not bad, I promise.” She said nervously.
 
“Dorm’s free right now, if you want to use it.” Ron offered.
 
Harry nodded. “Okay, we'll do that.” He accepted.
 
Once they got situated on a bed, Ginny cleared her throat. “Ron told Mum about
how I blew up when the news about you and Snape came out, and she made me spend
summer seeing a mind healer. I realize now that you and I wouldn’t work out—for
several reasons—and I want to put my irrational infatuation with you behind us.
And hopefully become friends.” She finished.
 
Harry took a moment to absorb the new information. “Okay, totally not what I
was expecting to hear, but I’ll put your actions behind us. As for being your
friend, Ginny, we have no common interests—”
 
“Quidditch!” Ginny interjected.
 
“—besides which, I have a very territorial mate who will no doubt disapprove of
any friendships I have with girls who once had a romantic interest in me. I
just don’t see it happening. I’m sorry.” Harry said gently.
 
Ginny’s face fell, but she nodded.
 
“That being said, I’ll start a dialogue with him about building a friendship
with you, on the condition that you promise it will remain strictly platonic at
all times.” He said.
 
Ginny smiled at him. “I can definitely promise that." She said.
 
Harry nodded. “Good. Let's get back downstairs. Also, this may take some time.
Don’t expect miracles.”
 
“I won’t.” Ginny promised.
 
*****
 
Harry lay atop Severus, exhausted after their third round of sex that day. It
was only ten AM.
 
Severus hummed, still locked inside Harry. “I have to admit, I’m looking
forward to getting you pregnant for two reasons. One: I am a territorial Alpha
and would love to stake a very visible and obvious claim on you, and two: five
days of sex seems a bit excessive. It will be nice to get a break for a while.”
He said.
 
Harry laughed. “I agree.”
 
Severus hummed. “Is there any way I could convince you to wear your garter and
stockings for the rest of the day?” He asked.
 
Harry snorted. “I suppose. Just this once.” His eyes lit up with a mischievous
light. “If you promise to spank me. I want to try that.”
 
Severus grinned. “Oh, I can very easily promise that. Indeed, I’d like nothing
more.” He purred.
 
“Good. As soon as your knot goes down, I’ll go change.”
 
They waited another ten minutes and as soon as Severus' knot deflated, Harry
cast a quick cleaning charm on them both and stood on shaky legs to go change.
 
He put on the garter belt and pulled the black silk up his legs, clipping them
into place as he snuck a peek at Severus.
 
The man was hanging off the edge of the bed upside-down, sliding his hand along
the floor, obviously looking for something.
 
He pulled out a paddle, set it on the bed, then got up and walked to the chest
at the foot of his bed. He pulled out a long strip of what looked to be
leather, and closed it. He sat on the bed, fondling both items as he stared
raptly at Harry's bare arse.
 
Harry walked over to where Severus sat and sat cross-legged in front of him.
“What's this, then?” He asked, indicating the paddle and the strip of leather.
 
Severus smirked. “Spanking implements.” He answered lightly. “You get final
say, of course.”
 
Harry looked at them. “Not that one.” He said, pointing out the strip of
leather. “Sometimes, when Vernon got really angry, I’d get the belt. I don’t
want to be reminded.” He said.
 
Severus nodded and vanished the strip. “If you don't like it, I have no need
for it any longer.” He said evenly.
 
Harry eyed the paddle. It was large enough to cover his entire bum in one hit,
and had holes in it. “We can try that, but I doubt I'll like it much.” He said,
pointing at the paddle. “I'll probably like your hand best.”
 
Severus leered at him playfully. “Oh, we'll both like my hand.” He promised.
“But don’t discount the others until you've tried them.”
 
Harry cleared his throat. “So, how should we—”
 
“Over my lap.” Severus spoke firmly, patting his lap.
 
Harry gulped and lay over Severus’ lap.
 
“We're trying the paddle first. Do you have a preferred safeword?” Severus
asked.
 
“Sirius.” Harry said.
 
Severus sneered. “That's a good one.” He said.
 
Harry wriggled. “So, are you going to do this, or just stare at my arse?” He
asked.
 
Severus laid a smack on Harry's bum with his free hand. “I’m enjoying the view.
Don't interrupt.” He said shortly, then went back to admiring the legs encased
in black silk. He took a deep breath, raised the paddle, and brought it down—a
good deal more lightly than he could have wielded it.
 
Harry yelped and jerked, humming as Severus rubbed the pinkened skin, soothing
the sting.
 
“Alright?” He checked in.
 
“I-I don’t know.” Harry said hesitantly. “Do it again?”
 
Severus felt an eyebrow rise, but lifted the paddle again and laid another swat
on Harry's upturned arse.
 
Harry grunted. “Okay, that's-that's enough!” He took a deep breath. “I think we
should get something a little lighter. That’s just a bit too much for more than
a few hits.” He said. “But your hand will probably be just right.”
 
Severus smirked. “Well, let's find out, shall we?” He asked. He raised his hand
and brought it down, getting a shocked gasp out of Harry.
 
Harry wriggled and canted his hips to present his arse for another swat
wordlessly.
 
Severus smacked his arse again, and Harry moaned softly. He rutted against
Severus’ lap a bit, until Severus grabbed his hips to still them. “None of
that. You'll come on my cock or not at all right now.” He ordered.
 
Harry whined. “Spank me properly.” He requested.
 
Severus laid ten quick swats on his arse, and by the end Harry was moaning and
writhing under his hand.
 
“Fuck me.” Harry whimpered. “I liked it, now fuck me hard!” He begged.
 
Severus was weak, and caved to his demands readily.
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