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Marked Without Meaning

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Hello guys let me tell you..... I know it's weird but.... it's my follower request. she wants I write her favorite Harry Potter ×Draco pair.... so please don't hate this story.....
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I write this story only for my follower disha.
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Marked Without Meaning
The scent blockers were wearing off.
Harry gripped the edge of the sink, his knuckles white, eyes closed against the mirror in the Ministry washroom. Sweat clung to his brow. The magic suppressants were no longer strong enough. His heat was coming early—and he couldn’t risk anyone finding out.
But none of it was working.
His body had stopped listening to potions and charms. The heat was coming, and it was coming fast.
He splashed cold water on his face, heart pounding. It was late, the Ministry nearly deserted, but his scent—masked, muted, now leaking through the barriers—would still draw attention. If someone realized what he was—what he’d been hiding—everything he fought for would unravel.
War hero. The Boy Who Lived. The Chosen One.
He was none of those things right now. He was an omega on the edge of a biological collapse. Harry staggered out of the bathroom and Apparated straight home.
Grimmauld Place was quiet. Safe. Empty. But it didn’t help.
His bed was too soft. His clothes itched. His magic felt stretched, thinned out by the pressure building in his bones. He paced. Panted. Tried to meditate, to brew a backup suppressant, to eat something—nothing worked.
And the ache inside him sharpened. It wasn’t just physical need. It was instinct, raw and clawing. His body screamed for contact. For scent. For an alpha.
Harry swore under his breath, yanked open the closet, and dug through a box he hadn’t touched since the war
At the bottom was a velvet mask. And an old address.
. ...
The club was hidden under layers of charms, only accessible to those who knew its name: Vesper. It catered to discretion. Omegas in heat. Alphas seeking. Betas on the hunt. Masked identities. Magic-proof wards. No questions asked.
Harry had only ever been once, years ago, when Hermione insisted he learn about safe spaces for omegas. He’d promised himself he’d never use it.
But he was out of options.
The bouncer scanned him with disinterest, handed him a fresh glamoured mask, and nodded him inside.
The scent hit him immediately. Pheromones, sex, desire. The music was low, rhythmic, a pulse of bass beneath his feet. Candles floated above velvet-lined booths, casting shadows over bodies pressed together.
He kept to the edge. Eyes on the floor. Heart hammering.
And then he felt it.
That scent.
Sharp. Clean. Like cold wind through cedar trees.
Harry froze.
He turned—and saw him.
Tall. Masked. Blond hair just visible beneath silver charmwork. Broad shoulders in a sleek black robe. The way he moved was arrogant, effortless. Dangerous.
Their eyes met across the floor.
The alpha tilted his head slightly, then started walking toward him.
Harry’s breath caught.
“First time?” the alpha murmured, stopping just a step too close.
Harry nodded, not trusting his voice.
The alpha’s nostrils flared. He leaned in.
"You smell like liar.”
Harry flushed, and the alpha smiled. Slow. Knowing.
"I won’t ask,” the alpha said. “But if you stay… you’re going to need me.”
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
"I don’t—” Harry started.
The alpha caught his wrist. Not hard. Just… anchoring.
"I can help,” he said softly.
And for some reason, Harry believed him.
. ...
They didn’t speak much after that.
The alpha led him to a private booth. Cast the silence charms. Spelled the door.
Harry stood awkwardly in the center of the room, arms crossed over his chest, trembling slightly.
The alpha stepped close, scent calm but strong. “Do you want me to stop?”
Harry shook his head.
“Say it.”
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
"No,” Harry whispered. “Don’t stop.”
The alpha moved like magic. Slow. Sure. He tugged Harry’s robes open, kissed the corner of his mouth, hands gentle despite the heat that radiated from him.
When their mouths met, Harry nearly cried.
It had been so long since he felt wanted. Desired. Safe.
The alpha was surprisingly tender—touching him carefully, kissing down his throat, scenting him without marking. Magic flared when their bodies met, and Harry gasped as it filled the room, electric and warm.
They didn’t rush.
And when the alpha finally slid inside him, it wasn’t just hunger—it was relief. Connection. Heat met heat, and Harry clung to the alpha’s shoulders, mouth open in a silent plea.
“I’ve got you,” the alpha murmured. “You’re safe.”
Harry believed him.
He came undone in his arms.
. ...
.
.
When he woke the next morning, the room was cold
The alpha was gone.
Harry sat up slowly. His body ached. The sheets smelled like sex, heat, and… him. The scent that had driven him wild last night now lingered like a secret.
He reached for the mask left on the table.
Silver. Serpent crest.
Harry’s heart stopped.
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
“No,” he whispered, throat dry.
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
“No, no, no—”
He buried his face in his hands.
Because that scent? That arrogance? That quiet, infuriating tenderness?
𝙒𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮.
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.. ohhh God I can't believe I write this fictional story.. I hope she likes this story

ep 2

Grimmauld Place was too quiet when Harry stumbled in, robe clutched tightly around him, head still spinning.
He’d scrubbed himself raw in the shower. Brushed his teeth twice. Burned the bedsheets with a cleansing charm. But none of it worked. The scent still clung to him.
Draco Malfoy
He flopped on the couch, pressing his face into a cushion, and groaned loudly.
He’d slept with Malfoy. Let him scent him. Let him inside—*
No. Stop.*
His stomach turned.
He needed tea. And sleep. And to never think about this again.
He barely made it to the kitchen before a loud pop announced Hermione’s arrival.
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
“Harry? Are you okay? You didn’t show up to the Order check-in—”
She froze when she saw him.
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
“Oh no.” Her voice dropped
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
"is it's "????
Harry just nodded
Hermione rushed to his side, wrapping her arms around him, leading him to a chair.
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
"I felt your wards go weird yesterday,” she said. “I thought you might be close to a crash.”
Harry stared at the floor.
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
. “I went to Vesper.”
Hermione inhaled sharply. “
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
“Harry—”
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
“I was careful. I was glamoured. No one knew it was me.”
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
"…Did you bond?”
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
He shook his head. “No bite. No claim. Just—” He broke off.
Hermione gently touched his arm.
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
"Did he hurt you?”
Harry swallowed.
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
. “No. He was… kind. Strange, I know.”
She waited. And then:
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
"Who??? "
He didn’t answer.
"…Was it someone you know?”
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
"Yes"
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
"Harry "
He looked up.
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
"It was Draco Malfoy.”
Hermione blinked.
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
“I—what?”
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
“I didn’t know until morning. He was masked.”
She sat back, stunned.
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
“Well. That’s… unexpected.”
. ...
Three days later, the nausea started.
Harry lay on the floor of his bathroom, forehead against the cool tile.
It couldn’t be. He’d taken post-heat potions.
But something felt wrong.
He called Hermione.
An hour later, she returned with two wands and a diagnostic spell.
She didn’t speak for a long time after the result glowed pale blue in the air between them.
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
“…You’re pregnant,” she said softly.
Harry closed his eyes.
And for the first time since the war, he felt truly afraid.

ep 3

Shaken Foundations
The kettle shrieked on the stove, piercing the quiet of Grimmauld Place like a curse.
Harry sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the wall. The diagnostic charm’s light still lingered behind his eyelids like a haunting. Blue. Soft. Undeniable
Pregnant
He was pregnant.
A sharp clatter pulled him back. Hermione dropped two mugs on the table, one filled with tea, the other with a calming draught laced with ginger and magical stabilizers.
She looked tired. Like she hadn’t slept since he called her. Maybe she hadn’t.
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
"Drink,” she said softly.
Harry reached for the tea, his hands shaking slightly
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
“I don’t know what to do.”
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
"You don’t have to decide everything now,” Hermione said, voice calm. But her fingers were clenched around her own mug. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
"I don’t want anyone else to know.”
She met his eyes.
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
“Ron will know eventually. And you’ll need a Healer, Harry.”
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
"I can’t go to St. Mungo’s. If anyone finds out—”
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
"I’ll arrange something private. A home visit. Discreet.”
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
Harry closed his eyes. “I can’t believe this is happening. How did this happen?”
Hermione gave him a look.
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
"Harry. You know how it happened.”
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
He groaned. “That’s not what I meant.”
Silence stretched between them. The tea cooled.
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
Then: “Are you going to tell him?”
Harry stiffened.
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
"No. Absolutely not.”
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
“Harry—”
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
“He doesn’t even know it was me. I was glamoured. He probably thinks it was some stranger.”
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
Hermione hesitated. “He’s not stupid.”
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
"He’s Malfoy.”
That didn’t seem to help his case.
.
.
Ron found out a few days later.
Not because Harry told him—because Hermione made him swear on the Burrow’s chickens not to yell.
He yelled anyway.
ron / harry frnd
ron / harry frnd
"You’re what?! Bloody hell, Harry!”
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
“Keep your voice down!” Hermione hissed.
Harry sat on the sofa with a cushion clutched to his chest like armor.
ron / harry frnd
ron / harry frnd
"You’re pregnant? And it’s Malfoy’s? As in Draco Malfoy?!”
Harry didn’t answer.
Ron ran his hands through his hair, pacing.
ron / harry frnd
ron / harry frnd
"How is this my life? Why can’t we ever have normal post-war problems, like taxes?”
Ron stopped pacing
ron / harry frnd
ron / harry frnd
"Wait. He doesn’t know?”
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
"I was glamoured. He didn’t recognize me.”
ron / harry frnd
ron / harry frnd
"But he… he knotted you, didn’t he?”
Harry groaned.
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
“Ron—”
ron / harry frnd
ron / harry frnd
“I mean, the scent thing—alphas know! Don’t they?”
Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose.
hermonie/ harry frnd
hermonie/ harry frnd
“Ron, please. Less detail. More compassion.”
ron / harry frnd
ron / harry frnd
"Right. Right.” He paused. “
ron / harry frnd
ron / harry frnd
“Sorry, mate. I’m just… worried.”
Harry nodded mutely.
ron / harry frnd
ron / harry frnd
“Are you… okay with it?” Ron asked gently.
ron / harry frnd
ron / harry frnd
“The baby? "
harry Potter / omega
harry Potter / omega
“I don’t know yet.”
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