“Omega…Snivellus is an omega?”
James smirked in amazement at the information his best friend was sharing, who just like him was smiling, someone had told him the news through gossips, and he couldn’t wait to share it with James.
It was gold, the scrawny little Snivellus an omega? It didn't suit him at all!
He couldn't wait to see him, this was something new to use against him–
'Would he be just as proud? Would he stand up to him, to an alpha? Would he dare bare his crooked fangs?' his mind raced over and over in questions, Snape was proud, and he couldn't imagine him bowing his head to him...but it was something, in a twisted way, he wanted to see.
An omega trying to fight an alpha was entertaining; they could often be more dangerous than people imagined. And Snape was the perfect example of danger.
His eyes quickly caught his head, Snape black hair was unmistakable, he was crouched in what he could imagine was that he was reading a book, his steps remained the same, walking without wanting to be seen.
But James will always see him, it was impossible not to notice. His steps changed direction, his eyes glued to the omega's thin back, not noticing the alpha's haughtily approaching his direction.
He smiled as he was a few steps away from the omega. The other students quickly moved out of his way not wanting trouble, others in the distance waited for the show that the Gryffindor and Slytherin would soon put on for them, without being noticed by them, very busy in their own world.
“Sniv–!” James opened his lips, but soon closed them and took two steps back, attacked by the omega’s scent…the blow to his nose was so hard that it left him disoriented, it was strong.
Old books and the woods. The same ones he found in the library and in the forbidden forest he'd visited more than once, why does it affect him like this?, he brought his hand up to his face, covering his nose and mouth, his instincts roused.
And the omega didn't even notice, he continued on his way, ignoring him.
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That was the memory James had of the beginning of his sixth year at school, when he was given the new that Snape had presented as an omega and he smelled him.
He was losing his mind thinking about that…
He growled with his fist on his member, intoxicated by the omega's scent, he squeezed his knot hard as it began to swell, thinking in being between his legs deep inside him and with his nose on his neck, getting drunk on his scent that was driving him crazy as the months went by.
His scent disoriented him when he saw him again, now? Everything about Snape awakened his most low instincts, his wolf growled at the sight of him.
The omega made him lose sleep every night, and his mornings were uncomfortable when he woke up with his underwear tight.
James moaned softly, his eyes glued to his hand full of his seed, frustrated at not being able to knotting, he inhaled again on the green tie.
Snape's scent was strongly impregnated in the garment.
He hit the sink, his damn scent.
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