#omega!draco

[underburningstars]

A/B/O Drarry request draco finds out he is pregnant and plans to confront Harry about it

I'M BACK! *nervous laugh* Sorry for the delay anon

on ao3

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Pairing : Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Tags : A/B/O, Alpha!Harry, Omega!Draco, Pregnancy, Insecurities.

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"Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy. You're pregnant."

The words buzz around Draco's ears. He can't believe what she's saying.

"That's-that's not possible. I'm on my supressents. How can I get pregnant?" Draco was confused. He never missed his supressents and was always careful about them. So, why did this happen?

"Sometimes these supressents don't work." The Healer explained softly, "Especially, when you're near your heat or intercourse with an extremely compatable partner."

Extremely compatable, Draco thought scornfully.

Fuck.

-

Draco apparated home in a trance. As he stepped into his bedroom, he saw Pansy waiting for him on his bed.

"So, what did the Healer say? All okay, right?"

"Nothing is okay, Pansy. My whole existence is doomed." He plopped on the bed beside her, head falling on his hands.

"Uh...you look fine to me." Pansy shrugged.

"No no no," Draco lifted and shook his head frantically, "You don't understand. My life is ruined. Everything I've build is gone."

"Then make me understand you jackass." Pansy said, exasperatingly.

"Pansy, My dear friend," Draco put both his hands on Pansy's shoulders, "I'm pregnant."

Pansy blinks at him and then, "WHAT?!"

"I-I, it just happened okay! I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" Pansy stood up and started pasing around the room, "Oh Merlin, Draco how could you be so irresponsible? You've worked so hard to restore your reputation. Sorry sorry, I'm panicking. I should support you now. Okay, so do you know who the Alpha is?" she asked.

"No." He lied, "I don't know who the Alpha is."

"Stop lying to me, you bastard." Pansy hollered.

"I'm not lying!" he insisted, uselessly.

"Yes you are. You're left eye twitched." she pointed out, "You're lying."

Draco groaned, regretting his long friendship with her, "It's Potter." He mumbled.

"Speak louder Draco. I can't hear anything."

"Potter" he repeated, "It's Potter."

Pansy kept looking at him with a blank look in her face. Suddenly her eyes widened and she gasped, "Merlin's balls! You're serious."

"Of course I'm serious. Why would I lie about this?"

"You lied a minute ago." Pansy points out.

"That was then, this is now." He waves his hand in an act of dismissal, causing Pansy's eyes to twitch in annoyance. "New minute, new me."

"Fuck you. But I guess that's already done now, right. By Potter, of all people. What the fuck were you thinking?"

"That's the problem Pans." Draco says, laying down on the bed and whining, "I wasn't. We both weren't. We were both so drunk and I don't even remember what happened. Just that I woke up next to Potter in his shitty house naked and two weeks later I'm pregnant. I'm both literally and metaphorically fucked."

"So what are you gonna do now? You're gonna tell him?" she asks.

"Nope. No way that's happening." He disagrees instantly.

"What are you thinking of doing Draco?"

"I'll raise it alone." He announces.

"Alone." Pansy says, voice incredibly deadpanned.

"Yeah, how hard could it be?"

-

Turns out it was very, very hard.

Three months into pregnancy and Draco wanted to pull his hair out in frustration. The morning sickness and crazy mood swings were killing him. And he was killing Pansy, Blaise and Theo with his ridiculous cravings.

Working had become harder too. He was showing a bit but that could easily be hidden with his robes. No, the main issue was his swollen legs and sudden bouts of sickness.

The Healer says it's due to the absence of the Alpha. But Draco has done well for the past three months without Potter and he could do the rest too, mo matter what his friends said regarding this.

By the fourth month his health was rapidly worsening. He couldn't eat anything without throwing up, he had fainted twice in one week and had lost too much weight. He had to take leave from his job even though he didn't want to.

By this point, Pansy had enough of his shit.

"You're are writing to Potter right now." Pansy was seething in front of him.

"No I'm not." He refused on e more.

"Why not Draco? I'm so sick of your stupid stubbornness." she yelled.

"I-I can't okay?! What good would come telling him? Do you think he'd be happy? That he is going to have a kid with a Death Eater. No, he'll reject both me and the kid."

Pansy softened at that, sitting beside him on the bed. "Of he doesn't want you or the kid - which is dumb but Gryffindors aren't really popular for their smarts - then we'll think of something else. But right now you're too sick and not telling him wouldn't only endanger you but also the child. Write to him Draco."

Draco knows she's right. But the thought of rejection still scares him. At last he accepts defeat and owls Potter a simple letter.

Potter,

We need to talk.

It's an emergency.

Come to my place at 10:00 am tomorrow.

DLM

Draco couldn't sleep a wink that night. The anxiousness of talking to Potter about this was making him restless.

He never received a reply from Potter. So, in the morning he was silently hoping that The Boy Who Got Him Pregnant would just avoid the letter.

But he wouldn't be Harry Potter if he didn't make his life miserable, would he?

Draco almost jumped out of his skin when he heard someone knock the door. Pansy gave him a weird look and went to open the door.

Soon Potter was striding inside the living room. Just as the rude wanker he was he didn't even greet Draco as he came in. Only stared at Draco's extremely visible bump without a hint of subtlety.

Outside he could hide his bump with robes and Glamours but at home he didn't bother with any of that.

When none of them said anything Pansy rolled her eyes and have them both pointed looks. "I'm going inside my room. You two have a lot to talk about." the she addressed Draco, "Call me if you need anything."

After Pansy leaves, a pregnant silence settles between them (pun not intended). Draco fiddles with the sleeves of his jumper and Potter shuffles uncomfortably.

"Um...so con-congractulations?" in the end Potter breaks the silence.

"Thank you." Draco gupls, trying to gain courage for saying the next worda but Potter talks again.

"So, uh-who's the Alpha?" Potter asks.

"Don't pretent to be stupid Potter. I know you're smart enough to connect the dots." in any other circumstances Draco would give love potion to Umbridge rather than complement Potter but right now he really didn't have the patience for such nonsensical pretense.

"Shit." Potter remarked.

"Exactly." Draco agreed.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Potter asked. "It's clearly not new. Why are just saying it now?"

"My health is declining. The Healer says it's due to the absence of the Alpha. So, I decided to own you." Draco explained.

"So-so what? You weren't ever going to tell me otherwise?" when Draco didn't answer Potter let out a harsh laugh, "Are you mental?! How could you not think of telling me? It's my child!"

"With a Death Eater!" he yelled, "It's your child, sure. But it's your child with a Death Eater and the boy who bullied you and your friends all through school. There is no reason for you to want this child. And we're drunk when it happened. I didn't even know if you remembered anything." He rambled.

"Malfoy." Potter's voice was much softer now, "Weren't drunk. We're tipsy at best. When I asked you if you were sure about this you said yes. So making up dumb excuses in your head."

Draco opened his mouth to protest but Potter didn't stop talking, "And cut the crap with the Death Eater talk. You go out for drinks with Ron and 'Mione.

You're friendly with most of our peers. The only one you ever avoid is me. Even that morning you ran away. Then didn't bother to tell me about the pregnancy. Why? And answer truthfully."

"It's difficult." Draco sighed. "Interacting with you is difficult. With the others things slowly settled down. I asked for forgiveness and eventually most of them forgave me.

But our animosity in school was much more intense than my bigotry towards Weasley or Granger." Draco stopped for a while, carefully contemplating his words." I-we're different Potter. Our behavior wasn't normal. Kids don't do that.

And I-I didn't even apologize properly to you. Or thank you for-for helping me during my and mother's trial. I wanted to. Apologize and show my gratitude but I had no idea how to talk to you. And then so much time passed that avoiding you became easier.

Then this happened." He pointed at his bump with his hand, "And I didn't want to hear you reject the child because you had it with a Death Eater.

I was scared of your reaction and hiding was much more easier. But I guess you knowing was inevitable in the end." He shrugged trying to appear nonchalant but the tension on his body gave him away.

Potter didn't say anything for a while. Then he sat down on the love seat beside the armchair, "I was going to ask to to dinner."

Draco was surprised to hear that and clinked at the the man.

"Don't look so shocked. I was. But I woke up and you were gone. Then you relentlessly avoided me in the Ministry. So I thought you didn't want to anything with me. And then you send me a stupid letter with no information whatsoever and I find out that you're pregnant. With my child. Wow." Potter chuckled.

"Well nothing is ever simple with us, is it?" Draco let a little smile creep into his face.

"No, I guess it's not."

"Is the" He clears his throat, "offer for lunch still there?"

"Oh!" Potter immediately perks up, "Yes! It's-it's there of course. Tomorrow?"

"I have an appointment with the Healer tomorrow morning." He smiles at Potter apologically.

"Maybe-maybe we could go together. I can also learn stuff, y'know." Potter bites his loos looking all kinds of unsure.

"S-sure." Potter immediately relaxes. "You can pick me up at 10:30. And then lunch?"

"Then lunch."

They both smile at each other. The future was looking quite different from the one Draco imagined. Maybe he should listen to Pansy more.

[yetanotherdrarrylist]

Does Harry really think he and Crown Prince Draco Malfoy are a one-night-stand kind of deal? They are inevitable, really. (An omega!verse x Royal AU fic)

[drarry-imagines]

8th year Alpha!Harry presents for the first time when he sees another Alpha flirting with Omega!Draco? :)

It’s a known fact that Alpha’s present far later than Omega’s.

While Omega’s can present at the age of 10-11 or even younger, you can’t even tell the difference between a Beta and Alpha until something triggers an Alpha’s knot to spurt. It can form from being challenged; feeling hot emotions like anger, lust or jealousy; or maybe even someone touching what you consider yours.

It’s Harry’s dumb luck his presenting was the latter.

Harry doesn’t even recall much of what happened,  but he gathered some snit bits from gossip.

Apparently, it all started with Malfoy—like most troublesome things in Harry’s life normally do. He at least remembers that he was in the library with Malfoy who was tutoring him when a 5th year walks up to them. He doesn’t remember their face but he heard they were some newly-presented Alpha wanting to lose his first knot to an older Omega. Unfortunately, that Omega was Draco “Ice-Prince” Malfoy, and not only did the Slytherin laugh at his face, but he also made everyone in the vicinity laugh with him.

As one would expect, the Alpha did not take that kindly, all Harry remembers before everything went fuzzy was that cocky, piece-of-shit Alpha grabbing Malfoy’s hair and forcing him to present his neck.

From what he did hear from an actual witness of the event, his pheromones were strong enough to force the entire library into natural submission and apparently, he made the Alpha cry, but that doesn’t really matter because Harry fainted after a few minutes of releasing them.

Now he’s been the hospital’s quarantine area for about 3 days due to him still reeking, and is being forced to read a terribly, awkward book called: ‘My Pheremones are out of control! What is going on?’

“If you think that’s bad, at least you don’t have to be read to a book called ‘I’m hot everywhere but wet down there!  What is going on?’ at 10 years old.”

Harry’s jumps and fumbles at the unexpected voice. He reaches for his glasses and turns to the owner of the voice. He is shocked to see Malfoy, especially how carelessly the Omega climbs onto his bed in light nightwear.

“Ma-Malfoy! What the fuck do you think you are doing! You ca-”  Harry’s shouting is stopped by a pair of pale hands clamping over his mouth.

“Will you shut up!” Malfoy hushes, “You’re gonna get me caught and cause Slytherin to lose points.”

Pre-Alpha Harry would’ve jumped at the idea of losing Slytherin some points but, for some reason, now the thought of Malfoy leaving made him so…so mad, “Why are you here?” Harry whispers.

“Can’t I come to visit my hero?” Harry just gives Malfoy a ‘really’ look, till the blond decides to tell the truth.

“Fine,” He pouts, “Something about your um…scent is keeping me up. Like I can’t sleep without it.”

“Oh.” it’s all Harry could say at the confession.

Which didn’t sit well with Malfoy, “Oh? OH! FUCK YOU, POTTER! I TELL YOU YOUR MOST LIKELY MY MATE AND YOU SAY-” this time it is Harry’s turn to shut him up but instead of using his hands, Harry got creative.

The way Malfoy tasted is amazing on Harry’s tongue, like a mix of sour apples and tarts. Odd but amazing.

When they separated, the string of saliva that is left shouldn’t be as hot as it is but it is, “Now,” Harry says calmly to a dazed Draco, “What’s that you said about mate.”

[protea-drarry-shit]

Ok so there’s been this fic series which I’m absolutely addicted to...

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

And I seriously recommend it, it’s absolutely fantastic!

Though it is unfinished, it’s being updated but seriously read it it’s worth the update waits!

It has omega!draco and alpha!harry for those that watch for tags like that.

[99millionmilesaway]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“I’m not” Draco says, and his voice is barely audible. Lucius’ whole body stiffens.

“You’re not, what?” he asks, tone of voice getting higher. He has already understood, and Draco can tell it by the mad look in his eyes, the deep furrow between his eyebrows, the way his feet start moving towards him as he’s going to attack him-

“An Alpha” Draco spits, finally. “I’m not an Alpha. I presented as Omega.”

Lucius shakes his head, incredulously. Draco keeps speaking- if he’s going to tell his father the truth, he might as well deliver it all now. “And my mate-”

“I don’t need to hear a word about your mate, Draco” Lucius snarls, “the only thing worse than you being an Omega is your mate being-”

“Potter” Draco finishes for him. He lowers his gaze, closes his eyes. “Potter is my mate.”

-Mountains, chapter 2 

So! I finally decided to share my Drarry fanfiction here on tumblr. Let me know what you think~

[drarry-imagines]

Draco tutors Harry and if Harry gets the answer right he can scent draco

6th year!Draco x 5th year!Harry:

Draco is not a maternal type, even if he is an Omega, he just didn’t like kids.

But Draco hates the younger years of Hogwarts even more than children. According to him, all 3rd-5th years need to be put down—even though he once was 3rd-5th year himself.

The thought of spending even a second with those shits made his skin itch.

So, when he’s signed up for ‘tutor duty’ by his dorm mates as a prank. Draco was of course, livid.  And no matter how much Draco tortured them they couldn’t reverse what they’ve done. Draco tried begging, bribing, even seducing teachers but it did nothing. As Professor Snape said to him when he asked for him to do something, he had to “Just suck it up and stop whining like he does every day.”

The next week, Draco and other unfortunate 7th years were introduced to their students. Which is when Draco knew faith hated him.

Instead of giving him an easily intimidated 1st-year Omega who would be too busy pissing themselves to ask Draco a question, he got a 5th-year alpha. And not any 5th-year alpha—remember faith hates him—he got Harry freakin Potter.

Who would go down as the cheekiest, dumbest and most annoying boy Draco has ever met. The boy who lived or not, he was bad at everything except for a handful of subjects. Which were probably the only thing keeping him from being held back. Worst, when Harry wasn’t arguing with him, he would act…strange.

He excused himself to the bathroom every 10 minutes, either won’t meet Draco’s eye or stared too long, and got aggressive if Draco’s attention drifted from him for more then 2 seconds.

So if Harry’s stupidity + his odd behaviour = his grades not rising, that means for Draco that he won’t be leaving the tutor duty any time soon.

“He’s clearly horny for you Dray,” Pansy explained after listening to her best friends entire rant, “he’s 15 years old Alpha who’s being taken cared of by an older beautiful Omega. Why won’t he be wanking every minute?”

For once in their friendship, Draco took Pansy’s opinion to account. Maybe he could use Harry’s crush on him as a way to get the alpha’s grades up.

And he did.

“You’ll do what?” Harry asked him, not believing what he just heard.

“For every passed test I will wear an article of your clothing for a week, letting you scent me or lay claim or whatever you alphas like doing to us. Deal?”

Draco doesn’t think that a plan of his had ever worked so well. Harry got such better grades that he was neck and neck with that Granger-girl but what Draco had not counted on was the effect the alphas stench had on him.

What happened next, you’ve probably already guessed.

“I can’t believe I just let a 15-year-old knot me!” Draco whined for the thousandth time as he put his clothes back on.

Which meant this was the thousandth time Harry had to roll his eyes, “ Will you calm down it’s literally a 1 year age gap, not 20. And it was you that practically begged m-”

Harry could finish his sentence, Draco’s wand was on his throat, “Wanna finish that sentence?” he asked darkly.

Harry shook his head, petrified.

“Good, and I surely don’t need to tell you to tell no one, right?”

Harry nodded.

“Good boy.” Draco accompanied his faux praise by pulling Harry closer to him, “Keep our secret and we can keep doing this, fair?”

Harry couldn’t even nod again because Draco already had his lips on him but it’s not like he was gonna refuse anyway.

[drarry-imagines]

Alpha/Omega!drarry prompts wanted:

I just finished reading amazing a/b/o fic like Etiquette and Standards of Draco Malfoy and Neighbourhood Princess and now I’m thirsty for some more Omega!Draco and Alpha!Harry content.

Who’s got any good ABO!Drarry prompts I can write?

[drarry-imagines]

Hi! ❤ Would you mind doing Alpha!Harry falling head over heals for Omega!Draco but then Draco demands a proper courting first (being a pureblood and all)? ❤

It was by accident when Harry first spotted Draco Malfoy.

The Dursleys had left him alone to go do god-knows-what but whatever it was, they didn’t need a freak like Harry there embarrassing them. So Harry did what he usually did, he wandered around the neighbourhood sometimes looking over people's fences curiously.

This time he’d heard the most melodic sound of laughter he’d ever heard right over the fence of one of the biggest houses in the neighbourhood.

Curious as usual, Harry decided to take a look. Peeking through a wide enough crack, he saw an angel.

They were flying and everything...before falling right down onto the trampoline they were hopping on but Harry swore he saw wings.

Imagine skin as pale as porcelain, big silver eyes that glittered with the sun and the softest of hair that was the same shade of platinum. All this made the angel that was bouncing up and down and letting out the sweetest of giggles, “Oh Daddy see how I high I can jump, are you even looking?” Their whines and pouting were cute, nothing like Dudleys own annoying whining.

After living with hideous people such as the Dursley’s, it’s hard for young Harry to even imagine that beautiful people such as this person existed. Harry didn’t even register the deep voice that replied back, too focused on the angel in front of him

They had a beautiful house, what looked like beautiful parents and natural beauty too. Harry wanted to be a part of that life. He needed to have this beauty in his life. And for some reason, Harry felt that if he was to simply stood next to the beauty he’d have his wish.

He knew it wouldn’t be easy. His awkward secondary school years ‘kindly’ put that into perspective for him.

“Can you not drool on my homework if you’re gonna copy it?”

Harry jumped at the voice before quickly giving Hermione a sheepish smile as he wiped his mouth. The female alpha rolled her eyes before turning to converse with Ron.

Harry tried to focus on his work but then there was that laugh again.

Deciding what’s one more look, across the field was Draco Malfoy, even more beautiful as he grew older. What once was cute and innocent was now seductive and stunning.

He laughed among with his best friend Pansy and the rest of his popular crew of Omegas while Harry watched, helplessly in love.

Harry still remembered when he used to believe Draco was an angel. Those days were over, Draco wasn’t an Angel, he was a queen.

An untouchable ice queen that Harry wished to pledge his knighthood too.

“I’m gonna confess.” Harry announced randomly.

The terrified look on his two friends faces did nothing to stop his sudden boost of adrenaline.

He was halfway across the field in less than a second and took an even shorter amount of time to reach Draco. Whatever conversation that had been going on immediately stopped when Harry arrived and the air could not be anything less than awkward.

Coughing to steady himself, Harry began, “Umm, Draco I umm...I was wondering if you wanted too Umm...to lik-”

“Hold it right there Potter,” Draco interrupted him with a smirk, “call me psychic but are you trying to ask me out?”

“I think he was.”Parkinson answered snarkily for Harry.

The situation quickly turned to Harry’s worst nightmare as everyone was looking at him.

Harry’s paranoid mind had already began to spin tales, ‘Why wouldn’t they be lookin?! We’re no knight, we’re just a poor peasant asking a queen out! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! He won’t date us even if we were the last alpha alive-heck last human! Cue the laughing please.’

But it never came, instead Harry felt a soft pair of lips press onto his. Opening his eyes wide, right as they separated, Draco Malfoy giggled that same laugh that Harry fell for in the first place.

“I’d love to Potter, but I can’t date anyone till I’m 18, and even then there’s all these silly rules that must be followed. Sorry Potter but maybe in 3 years?”

Which brings them to now.

Harry twirled the champagne in his glass listlessly. All he wants to do is take off his stuffy suit, leave this stuffy ballroom full of stuffier people and simply hold the Omega of his dreams. Sadly, to gain the last wish, he couldn't have the first two.

All worth it for the belle of the ball a.k.a Draco Malfoy who is now at the age to be courted by anyone who considered themselves worthy enough.

This realization is not a good thing for Harry, who’s saved this date since 5th year. Too lost in his own memories, Harry didn’t hear the music change to announce the arrival of the “belle of the ball”. Only when he heard that laugh was when he snapped out of it.

Turning his head so fast, he ended up spilling his drink. Harry felt his jaw dislocate once he caught sight of the owner.

Standing on the highest step was no angel nor queen...but an ethereal being of beauty.

Led by who Harry knew as Draco's father, the now young adult was all smiles and waves to the guest that gawked at his beauty. But Harry has done enough gawking for a lifetime. Pushing past the crowd he made sure he was the first to greet the Omega.

Lucius studied him skeptically as he bowed and extended an arm towards his son but Harry paid him no mind. In the end it was Draco's blessing he craved.

His blessing that permitted a lowly mortal like Harry to stand near a deity such as himself.

And once he felt a slender hand take his, Harry looked up relieved.

The world looked more beautiful already.