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Draco groaned softly while he leaned against the wall on the outside of Snape’s office. His temples were throbbing and he felt tired. It had been a very tiring day. He really hated that he had to inform his godfather each time he had gone through a rut.
Honestly, it was bad enough that he had to go through it without a mate, but the part that he had to check in with his goddamned godfather each time after was just embarrassing. He hated the questions that would follow after even more. This like why he wouldn’t just get a mate to get through with it or some other random girl even, it honestly made the blond feel so annoyed.
Especially since Snape wasn’t even bonded. He didn’t even understand what he was talking about. The blond rolled his eyes when he thought about it. Snape was just a normal wizard, there was no way in hell that he could possible understand what it was like!
As if it was so easy to just get someone. And he didn’t want just some random person, he wanted the kind of relationship his parents had. He wanted that same kind of love and understanding, not some few kind days fling with a person he would probably not talk to anymore afterwards, he wanted the real thing, the commitment.
The blonds head snapped up when he noticed someone standing in another corner of the dungeon. He couldn’t see who it was exactly because of the distance between them, but it was clear by the shivering of the person, that they weren’t used to being there. It triggered Draco in a way. He wanted to know who the person was, what he or she was doing here. Curiosity got the best of him when he walked towards the person.
“Weasley, what are you doing here?” It was strange to see the youngest male Weasley here, on his own. The other two of the golden trio were no-where to be seen, it was really odd.
The red head didn’t answer. He was still shivering though and it looked like he was trying to stay up right by leaning against the wall. It was concerning to see him like that.
His flaming red hair was stick up at strange angles. Normally, Draco would have made fun of him for that, but right now, something was stopping him from doing that. The more he looked at the boy, the more he noticed that something was just… off.
He was wearing black trousers that were part of their uniform, and a white shirt that seemed to stick to his body. But no tie or anything else, which was just odd for this time of year. It looked like the red head had come straight out of bed like this, which couldn’t be the case, right?
“Weasley, are you okay?” Draco tried again while he stepped closer to the younger boy. He looked paler than usual, making his freckles stand out even more. Strangely, the blond didn’t feel the need to sneer at him, even though the red head was clearly ignoring him. Which was strange too. Normally he would react more fiercely to Draco, sneering back at him, outing his anger at him. But today, he didn’t do anything. Was he ill? It worried the blond.
Draco wanted to get a reaction out of him. “Hey, are you okay?” He tried again when he stepped into the boy’s personal space, causing him to finally look up at him. Draco sucked in a breath when he saw how glassy the red head’s eyes were, as if he had been close to crying.
“Are you okay?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking, his voice was softer than it had been before, stepping even closer towards him. Something inside him was screaming that he had to get closer, to comfort him. The red head was biting in his underlip, looking down, trying to figure out what to do or say.
“Did you…” Draco cut himself of when he suddenly smelled it, the super sweet aroma that filled his nose, made him go silent. It smelled so good. Like honey, spring, those bloody sweet flowers and freshly cut grass all mixed into one special smell. Suddenly it seemed to click in his mind. Omega.
Ronald Weasley was blossoming, or better known to others as presenting, he was presenting as an omega. His heart swelled a little when the smell hit him again. He had to protect the little omega in front of him, all of his instincts were yelling at him to get closer, to do something to make him feel better.
“Are you okay?” He asked again, surprised by how gentle his own voice sounded. How concerned he seemed to be, when the omega in front of him ignored him. This wasn’t good, not good at all. He needed to do something, anything to help the red head out.
Without thinking too much about it, the blond backed away a little. Enough to give the omega the chance to get away from him, if he wanted to. Giving the red head the chance to get away from him he didn’t want any contact.
“Are you running a fever?” Draco pressed his hand against Weasley’s forehead, which seemed to get an reaction out of the boy. He moaned when Draco’s cold hand was carefully pressed against his burning skin. The red head felt so hot and overheated that Draco felt worried about him, even more so than when he had just seen him for the first time, like this.
“Alpha,” It sounded groggy as if the red head finally understood who stood before him, making him feel slightly better. It was biologically really, only Alpha’s could take pains like this away in omega’s. Only foreheads could be touched in situations like this, clearing their thoughts. Other touches without permission would only hurt the omega in front of him, Draco knew that. Permission to touch was important, as asking for consent seemed to be something that not all alpha's seemed to do, sadly enough.
“W—” No, he shouldn’t call him Weasley, clearly when he was this out of it, he wouldn’t listen to it. “Ron, can you hear me? Do you know, who I am?” Draco tried again while he removed his hand from the hot skin.
A soft whine was heard when the blond let go of him. There were so many things he could do to him right now, to take advantage of the situation, but Draco wasn’t like that. There were so many things other alpha’s could do to him, if the red head had run into any other alpha… The thought alone made Draco feel angry. He needed to protect him, to take care of him, before anyone else would take advantage of the situation.
“Yes, Draco…” Ron blinked a few times before looking up at him. “Draco Malfoy.” A shiver ran over the blonds boy spine when his first name rolled over the red head’s tongue. It made him feel special.
“Are you in pain?” Draco asked, while trying to stop himself from pressing his nose into the soft looking, flaming hair of the omega in front of him. Ron was nodding, shivering again. Pain wasn’t good, but it was normal in omega’s, especially when they were presenting for the first time and especially in males.
Male omega’s were rare, Draco knew that and he also knew that they needed more preparation before their first heat would hit them, but they would also need protection. He needed to be scented if he wanted to keep other alpha’s away from him.
“Can I touch you?” Draco asked softly, giving the new omega the chance to say ‘No,’ if he didn’t want it. It took him a lot of willpower to keep his face away from Ron, who slowly nodded.
Draco carefully pressed his forehead against Ron’s, letting him know that he wouldn’t do anything else, if he didn’t want to. The red head was sighing with relieve. “Headache?” He asked carefully, they were so close now that their noses were almost touching too. Blue eyes were looking up at him, as if he didn’t think that Draco would understand that, yes, his head had been throbbing so painfully, it was driving him mad.
“Yes,” Ron’s voice was croaking, sounding so tried and in pain still. It hurt the alpha to think that Ron was in pain, he wanted to heal him, make him feel better, the only way he knew how to. Before the blond could do something though, Ron had placed his hand against his underarm, sending an electric spark between the both of them.
It had the blond gasping for air at the intensity of it. Ron looked just as shocked as the blond had felt. In the back of Draco’s mind he knew what it meant and by the looks of it, so did Ron. They had some sort of connection, they matched each other.
“Can I…” The blond was suddenly feeling a bit shy to be asking, but he needed to know if he would be allowed to. “… Can I scent you?” The question sounded innocent enough, but they both knew what it meant. Sure, Draco could just hug him tightly right there and now, but that would only be temporary. It wouldn't have a lasting effect, as it wouldn't be strong enough.
To be properly scented they would need skin to skin contact, sleep in the same bed even. Ron looked shyly up at that. He knew in the back of his mind that Draco also offered it, so he could walk around safely for now, because other alpha’s wouldn’t touch an already scented omega, which was really nice of him to offer.
The thought of another person touching him right now just made his skin feel like it was on fire. If Ron was completely honest with himself, Draco had been the only one who had asked if it was okay to touch him and when he did, his touch had been the only one that didn’t make skin crawl with disgust. He was nodding while the blond bit in his own underlip, trying to keep his cool.
“I need you to use you words, Ron.” The alpha’s grey eyes were looking intensely in his, making the red head shiver slightly. “I’m not doing anything to you, that you don’t want to. I just want you to be safe.” He sounded sincere and softly, his words were barely a whisper, making it feel like it took Draco a lot of willpower to keep his hands to himself.
“Please,… Dray… yes.” Ron felt like a fucking mess. He could barely say anything at all and he was still in so much pain that he felt like his knees would be able to give out any second now.
Before the world was crashing down on him though, he felt how the blond wrapped his arms around Ron’s middle, letting his hand slip under the white shirt that was part of his school uniform. His hands felt, delightedly cold against Ron’s aching hot back. He couldn’t stop the noise that was coming out of the back of his throat while he leaned into Draco’s chest.
Fuck, did Draco always smell this good?! The blond was barely touching him and he was already feeling so much better. The feverish feeling he had had all day was gone now, because Draco, hís alpha, was touching him.
Draco couldn’t help but smile a little when he heard the noise that Ron was making, just because he was touching him, making the hot and irritated skin feel a little better, by gently caressing him there. It made Ron lean into him more and it made Draco’s heart flutter a little to know that he was making the omega feel better. That his touch was doing that to the red head in his arms.
“Finally found someone new, I see.” The voice of Blaise Zabini was suddenly around them, making Draco growl lowly. “Did you spend your rut together then?” Draco knew that the brown eyed wizard was just teasing him, but he didn’t want him, as another alpha, near Ron. Not now, not yet. It felt way too soon for that.
“If you know what’s good for you, you bugger off now, Zabini.” Normally he wouldn’t treat his friend this way, but the dark haired wizard was way too close to them for comfort.
“Why, who is it that you’re hiding?” Zabini, who also was an alpha, seemed to think that Draco was only joking, not taking his warning seriously. Before the dark haired alpha could do something, though, Draco was grabbing Blaise by his wrist, blocking him from touching Ron. A painful groan came out of Zabini’s throat, making Draco growl in return.
“I’m serious, back off!” He snarled while his eyes flashed red. The black haired wizard seemed to be flabbergast. Draco had pushed Ron behind him, trying to block the omega from the other alpha. This wasn’t usual behaviour for the Malfoy heir, this was serious.
“Oh, it’s an omega then?” Blaise smiled a little at Draco. He seemed to realize that this could end up very ugly, if he kept pushing it. “Sorry, I didn’t realize that you were scenting him.” His smile turned into a grimace when he felt the pain of the way Draco was holding his wrist. As if it was only registering to him now, that it was starting to hurt.
Draco still felt murderous, his eyes were still red and his heart rate was higher than usual. Normally he wouldn’t hurt a friend, especially not one he had known for years and especially not a friend like Blaise, but here he was, still tightening his grip around the alpha, who had almost touched hís omega, without permission.
“Draco…” Ron’s voice was soft, he sounded a little frightened. It was enough to snap him back to reality. Within seconds he had let go of Zabini and turned his attention back to Ron, who was still holding on to him.
“Why don’t you just give him a hickey? It gets the message across too and it far more noticeable than scenting.” Blaise was mumbling, still feeling shocked about what he had just walked into. He was holding on to his own hand, still feeling the painful grasp Draco had on him, just seconds ago.
Draco could see from the corners of his eyes that his fingers had left marks on his friends skin. He did feel a little bit guilty about that, but his instincts had taken over. The need to protect his omega was higher than he had anticipated.
The blond ignored his friend and looked at Ron, who had fisted one of his hands into Draco’s hoody. Draco had just come out of his rut, he didn’t feel like dressing up into his uniform, so he had put on sweatpants and a hoody, as he had planned to go back to bed after his little visit to his godfather. He had not expected to be doing this, right now. He groaned softly.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled softly to Ron, while he took his hand in his own. Even though Blaise had not been able to touched him, not even for a few seconds, it had been enough to making Draco feel guilty about the possibility of it. “Can I?” He wanted to kiss it, to make sure that the omega was really okay.
He wasn’t paying any more attention to his friend, who seemed to get the hint and started to walk away, cursing under his breath, something that sounded a lot like ‘mates’ and ‘stupid hormones’.
“Yeah…” Ron was looking shyly when Draco was kissing the inside of Ron’s wrist, instantly sending sparks when he touched the skin there, which made Ron gasp and press himself closer to the blond.
He was biting in his underlip when he felt how the blond was licking his pale and freckled wrist, making his skin prickle in a good way.
“What Blaise said… Do you want me to do that?” Draco asked softly, after he had let go of the red head’s wrist. The thought alone made Ron mellow, making his knees buckle. Trembling, because of the want he felt when the blond suggested it.
“Please,” Ron wanted it, badly. If the feeling the blond had giving him just seconds earlier were anything to go by, then yes, he wanted it, right now! He was already granting him access to the side of his neck, by tilting his head slightly, which made Draco swallow.
He had to pinch in his arm to keep the excitement he felt to himself. Not wanting to scare of Ron, the blond took a breath before he ducked down, pressing his nose against the exposed, sensitive skin that Ron offered him. His sweet aroma hit him again. It was the best smell in the world to him, making him even more possessive of the omega in front of him.
“Draco, please.” Ron made a sound in the back off his throat, that sounded so damn sexy, that the blond licked the exposed skin, before pressing light kisses in the omega’s neck, finding a pulsing point and picking that one to slightly bite into, making the red head moan while he wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist. Ron’s breath hitched, when Draco started to suck on it, sending pleasure signals through the omega’s spine. There were little moans heard and Draco could feel how Ron had fisted one of his fists in his hoody again.
Draco couldn’t help but smile when he let go of the pale skin of his omega and looked at his handy work. There was a huge blue/purple hickey on Ron’s pale neck, it was bigger than Draco had expected and it was easily noticeable from a mile away, by how big it was. He could feel how Ron let his hands wander, until both of them were around his neck, pulling his face closer to him.
“I want to kiss you now,” The red head whispered against his lips, barely touching him, as if he wanted to give Draco the same courtesy that he had done, giving him an out if he didn’t want it. It did things with the alpha that he would never admit to another living soul.
“What’s stopping you?” He teased, but it seemed to be all the conformation that Ron needed, before he was pressing his lips against the blonds, pulling him closer and closer until his back was leaning back against the same wall again as Draco had founded him against.
It didn’t take long before the kiss was deepened and they both were moaning against each other’s tongues. They both knew that there was almost certainly no way back anymore. Because Ron had initiated the kiss, he had accepted Draco as his alpha, which meant that Draco would be the first one to know when Ron’s heat would come through, maybe even before the red head would know it himself.
The blond barely had time to register what was happening, but suddenly Ron had turned them around and was pushing Draco into the wall, while he deepened their kiss, letting his hands wander over the alpha’s body.
Draco was sucking on Ron’s underlip, teasing him a little while kissing him when he heard the commotion. The voices of both Granger and Potter, which caused him to let go of Ron’s lips.
The omega made a disappointing sound at that, pulling the blond closer to him. They were standing so close together, that there was almost no room left between them. Draco could feel every breath Ron took. They were breathing against each other while Draco let his forehead rest against Ron’s. At least he didn’t seemed to be aware of the fact that his friends were coming and they were being loudly annoying.
“Malfoy! Get the fuck away from him!” Potter was yelling, annoying Draco, who wanted to let go and sneer at him, but Ron wasn’t letting him. The red head was biting into the blonds earlobe, kissing him in his neck, before turning his attention back to his lips. Either he didn’t hear Potter’s obnoxious voice or he choose to ignore him. Whatever it was, Draco was more than willing to go with him on that, especially when Ron’s tongue was pushing against Draco’s lips.
“Are they seriously ignoring me?!” The disbelieve in Potter’s voice was almost funny. Ron was just too good at what he was doing, as Draco just wasn’t able to resist him.
Before Draco could even register what was going on, he could feel how Ron was being pulled off of him, followed by a pain filled scream from the omega. “Just let go of him, Malfoy!” Potter’s voice was hearable. Hearing how distressed the omega was, was enough to set Draco’s instincts off. His eyes were changing colour again, while his claws came out.
Without even realizing it, he had scratched Potter’s wrist, making him bleed and yell while he backed off.
“I’m warning you, Potter, one more step and I will rip your throat out!” His voice was low and dangerous, almost a growl, showing that he meant it.
Granger seemed to get it and took a step backwards while holding her hands up in surrender. Ron was sobbing, which caused Draco to look at him. The Gryffindor Prefect had been pushed down, against the wall and was holding his right arm, rather tightly.
The blond could smell the blood from where he was standing, before he saw it slowly dripping over the red head’s white t-shirt. It made Draco feel torn between ripping Potter a new one and going to Ron and comfort him.
It didn’t take him too long to get to Ron though, his claws disappearing, while he reached for him. But before he could do anything to offer any sort of comfort to the clearly hurt and distressed omega, Professor Snape’s voice was heard loud and clear.
“Into my office! All of you!” The tone of voice that Professor Snape used meant that he didn’t have any patience for any of it and that he would start pushing people into the small room if he had to, which made Draco shudder by the thought alone. There was no-way in hell, that he would let anyone else lay a finger on his Ron again.