Chapter Text
January 10th, 1977
Severus stepped into the common room and all eyes fell upon him. They knew, like a pack of fucking dog, they knew. Could they smell him? Oh, Merlin. What if they could? Anxiety began to creep into his chest, his overly large clothing suddenly felt tight.
"Go shower," Spoke up a voice, Avery stepped out of the crowd. He took a few steps forward, practically towering over Severus, "Now." He finished with a growling like sound.
Severus flinched away from him, any submissive scent he had would triple because of that bully of a pureblood. Everything in Severus's body screamed at him to bare his neck and kneel but he refused to act so sluttish!
Severus stumbled back, eyes never once meeting another as he scrambled up to the dormitory for a wash. His cheeks burnt red with embarrassment, rosey and blotchy. If this was him simply after becoming classified, he dreaded to think what his heat will entice.