Robe Nesting?
Just thinking about Omega Harry nesting in Voldemort's robes before his heat. Like IN THEM at all times. He refuses to move. V's chest is like a cold compress for his flushed face, he smells nice, and his robes are billowing enough for Harry to rearrange like he would an actual nest. Harry rumples and purrs beneath them, and Voldemort can't say no. He carries his Omega around with a self importaint air, keeping his chin high and proud during meetings even though Harry tosses and turns on his lap during discussions.
It's because of this leniency that Harry procrastinates building his actual nest...and unfortunately, he gets extra distressed when it comes time for his heat. It's just, he can't help it! Lying in his mate's stale clothing can't compare to being bundled up right next to the source. He's been spoiled rotten.
As such, Voldemort ends up making Harry's nest for him. He's like a crane machine, Harry huddles up underneath his chin and points to the clothing he wants moved. V is disgruntled, but he indulges him because he knows that he'll pound Harry on that mattress in a day or two.
This codependency is unsightly for the Death Eaters.
They watch in horror as a Harry sized lump occassionally purrs from beneath V's robes at meetings. Everyone dreads Harry's heat, because if you so much as visibly enjoy his pheremones Voldemort will decimate you.
