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Lucius Malfoy’s steely gaze swept over the vagabond masses that poured out the Hogwarts Express.
His nose is upturned and alpha pheromones out, as an extra deterrent to any lost peasant who dares to try to bump into his person.
His eyes scanned for the blondish white that was a beacon of his lineage.
And when he spotted it, he was less than pleased
“H-harry…mmm…st-stop my father ahh can ah-appear at any 𝘰𝘩 time!”
Despite his words, Draco Malfoy gripped the neck of his boyfriend, Harry Potter, with such desperation it was like he’d disappear the moment he weakened his grip.
So, Harry stayed sucking along the curve of the omega’s swan-like neck, leaving a moist trail in his steps. Just a harsh suck right at the skin behind the ear was enough to turn the demands to whines as Draco melted deeper into the Alpha’s hands. Scent sweetened with his descent as he let Harry grind all over his form.
“Just one second ok,” Harry grumbled into the pale skin, hands hoping to distract the blond further by running up and down his thin waist and he knew he succeeded when he felt the slighter frame shiver, “I won’t get to see you-mmm-all summer, let me have this.”
Harry had purposefully dragged Draco to the farthest corner of Platform 3/4 and wedged them behind a pillar for their ‘final goodbye kiss’. Despite a whole train ride of snogging and groping— it just was not enough for the young Gryffindor.
Not when he will go 3 whole months without the blond’s sweet smell!
Of course, this desperation to consume the other as if his life depended on it was all due to his spicy little omega’s evil goddamn ‘father’.
Even though Draco and Harry had managed to turn their school rivalry into a fiery school romance by 3rd year, as of now, they were a well-known item that haunted the Hogwarts halls.
See, after both hit their puberty years, their dormant but known secondary gender pheromones finally bloomed, thus, this was inevitable but nature is not solely to blame.
Now, together having finished their 6th year, they are still restricted from showing their ‘affection’ from anywhere but in the darkness of Hogwart's many empty hallways.
After all, Lucius Malfoy would never let his precious omega son have private times with an Alpha boy as long as he could somehow reach and stop it…especially the son of James Potter.
God forbid, Draco come over to the chaotic but welcoming Potter resident or Harry step foot in the ancient and holy Malfoy manor.
‘Gasp, the scandal of it all,’ Harry mocked in his heart as he captured the Slytherin's rosy lips into his own. Fingers roped through the beautiful boy’s golden threads to pull the blond’s head downwards.
This allowed his tongue to fully explore the omega’s warm mouth. The rough treatment elicited a high moan from Draco that Harry eagerly captured into his mouth. His own groan vibrating with it.
When Harry pulled away, a trail of saliva still technically connected them and he could only look in pure passion of the state he had turned the normally prim and proper omega into.
Draco was panting, trying to catch what was left of his breath.
His marble face blushed with the rouge of desire. His long golden lashes shaded his misty eyes, looking up at Harry witb a half-hooded gaze as he began to slowly pout under the analytical stare of his beloved.
If Harry could, he’d make a pensive out of this scene and watch it every night.
“Merlin Draco, I don’t know how I'm gonna survive a summer without you!”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find a way, Mr. Potter.”
The story's dominating voice was like a splash of ice-cold water for the previously heated couple.
Draco reacted first, shoving the slightly bigger boy with a strength Harry didn’t know was capable of the delicate boy.
It brought Harry back to their younger years when their secondary gender hadn’t mattered much.
Despite being an omega, Draco did not act like it and was more of a massive pain to brawl with and had a tendency to bite. Before he could reminisce further, Harry was shot out of memory lane when his back collided with a cobblestone.
“Oh, merlin! Harry, I’m so sorry!”
Harry heard Draco say as he was pulled up by a familiar touch the blond rushed to his side and examined him for injuries.
Harry was just about to put his arm around the Slytherin’s slim waist to steady himself when the appendage was whacked by a rigid object.
“Ow!”
“Father!” Draco turned to the culprit, who just casually put the snakehead cane back into its resting position.
Harry held his bruised arm and turned to glare at the cause, Lucius Malfoy.
With a matching glare, Lucius did not bother to hide his displeasure in his pheromones at the sight of the messy-haired alpha cub.
Neither did Harry.
Draco ignored the two alpha’s little power-play as he gently rubbed the harmed parts of Harry’s body, much to the further annoyance of his Father.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Malfoy,” Harry said through gritted teeth, still remembering the manners his mother taught him despite his irritation, “what a pleasure to see you so soon.”
“Wish I could say the same Potter,” Lucius spat before turning to his son, “Come now Draco, say goodbye to your mutt.”
“Oh father,” Draco pouted at his dad’s open hostility to his dear boyfriend, “let me say goodbye to Harry a bit longer, I will not see him all summer!”
Taking note of his precious son’s hand still placed on the other boy’s arm, Lucius sneered and tapped his cane down in a huff.
“Maybe 3 months of you not being molested might do you good and remind you of your standing.”
The pink blush that was already on the paler boy’s face deepened at his father’s crass words and if Lucius wasn’t there(and armed), Harry would’ve kissed the adorable boy again.
Quickly, Draco looked down and hid his feeling of shame.
For a second it looked like he would submit to his Father's will but then his head snapped back up like he was hit with lightning.
“But father, don’t you still need to find Mrs Goyle? She borrowed your chalice and never returned it,” Draco argued as if he wasn’t really arguing but simply reminding Lucius, eyes wide and twinkling with innocence, “She should still be by the luggage carriage. Knowing Gregrory, he probably can’t recall what his’ looks like. It’s only over there, you won’t be too far.”
Lucius glowered at his young son, who tried his best to present a submissive expression that made one think the blond was incapable of evil. It was that angel-like face but devilish personality that attracted Harry to the omega in the first place, finding Draco ‘interesting’ from the moment they met.
It still fooled Harry sometimes, and Lucius must not be any better cause he seemed fall for it completely because, with a sigh of defeat, the alpha turned towards the direction Draco indicated.
Spotting his target, Lucius spun elegantly to head but not before sending a warning glare and message, “I will be back in 10 minutes, so say your goodbyes with words Draco.”
Draco waited till his Father’s back was turned again then rolled his eyes.
Eventually, the tapping of his infamous cane blended in with the bustling noise that came with drop-off day on the Platform.
Draco craned his neck to make sure that his Father was back somewhere he could not see him before turning back to Harry and thanking Merlin he did, as Harry attacked the blond’s lips the moment he had his attention again.
“Harry, my father is right, you’re a no good dog…” Draco whined into the other lips with a small smirk.
Harry just hummed in contentment as those slender limbs wrapped around his neck and just as he was about to close his eyes and relax into the final embrace, something caught his eyes.
Snapping them open, his braincogs began to form as a brilliant idea came to the golden boy’s head.
Noticing the general lack of ‘trying to consume draco whole’ his alpha would normally have when they kissed, Draco cautiously asked, “Harry?”
“Draco…” Harry trailed off before pulling back and holding the Slytherin by his shoulders, “What if we didn’t have to say goodbye right now? What if we went on a date? Outside?”
The blond only scrunched his thin eyebrows in confusion at the Gryffindor’s random questions, “Uhmm, of course, Harry but my Father would never allow that.”
“We wouldn’t ask him,” Harry answered before using his bright green eyes to indicate behind Draco and wiggling his thick eyebrows in giddiness, “We can easily slip out.”
Draco turned to figure out what Potter was talking about and realised that his father’s back was currently turned from one of the magical pillars that acted as a gate ti the magical station.
While Lucius was currently going tit for tat with Goyle’s large mother who was not backing down, the two could easily sneak out…it’d be so easy…
“No!” Draco exclaimed when he realised that once again he was being possessed by his trouble making partner's spirit, “absolutely not Potter. My father will kill you and then ground me and I will never be allowed to hear from you till next term.”
Harry just cocked his fluffy little head to side, “Which is completely different from our current situation… how?”
Draco opened his mouth to retort but found he couldn’t find one.
“Listen Dray,” Harry chuckled at the slight pout that flashed on the blond’s marble face. Harry learnt from Parkinson that the uttering of that specific ‘commoner’(according to Dray in question) nickname always brought out the petty childishness in the boy, “I just want a few hours longer with my boyfriend. I want to have coffee with you and you feed me cake. I wanna hold hands with you in a crowd without Snape hexing me. I want to buy you crappy muggle tourist-trap bullshit that breaks the moment you leave the shop. I wan-“
“Ok, ok I get it,” Harry was cut off by the omegas soft palms covering his lips and the breathtaking sound that Draco’s rare earnest giggles were. Which only increased in volume as Harry plastered butterfly kisses onto the palms that acted as a barrier , “Okk…We will come back before the station closes, hopefully these 3 hours will calm my father down.”
As if the omega would change his mind at any time, Harry in his excitement threw the shocked boy over his shoulder and with a high-pitched “Harry!” the bespectacled boy took off leaving only blur or red n green in their wake.
That was also the last thing Lucius Malfoy saw when the sound of his cub’s shriek alerted his paternal instincts that something was wrong.
Lucius knew he’d been had, “POTTER!”