Marked Without Meaning
ep 1
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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.
Sharp. Clean. Like cold wind through cedar trees.
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.
“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.
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
"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 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.
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.”
He came undone in his arms.
When he woke the next morning, the room was cold
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.
harry Potter / omega
“No,” he whispered, throat dry.
harry Potter / omega
“No, no, no—”
He buried his face in his hands.
Because that scent? That arrogance? That quiet, infuriating tenderness?
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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.
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—*
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
“Harry? Are you okay? You didn’t show up to the Order check-in—”
She froze when she saw him.
hermonie/ harry frnd
“Oh no.” Her voice dropped
hermonie/ harry frnd
"is it's "????
Hermione rushed to his side, wrapping her arms around him, leading him to a chair.
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
. “I went to Vesper.”
Hermione inhaled sharply. “
hermonie/ harry frnd
“Harry—”
harry Potter / omega
“I was careful. I was glamoured. No one knew it was me.”
hermonie/ harry frnd
"…Did you bond?”
harry Potter / omega
He shook his head. “No bite. No claim. Just—” He broke off.
Hermione gently touched his arm.
hermonie/ harry frnd
"Did he hurt you?”
harry Potter / omega
. “No. He was… kind. Strange, I know.”
hermonie/ harry frnd
"Who??? "
"…Was it someone you know?”
harry Potter / omega
"Yes"
hermonie/ harry frnd
"Harry "
harry Potter / omega
"It was Draco Malfoy.”
hermonie/ harry frnd
“I—what?”
harry Potter / omega
“I didn’t know until morning. He was masked.”
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.
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
“…You’re pregnant,” she said softly.
And for the first time since the war, he felt truly afraid.
ep 3
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
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
"Drink,” she said softly.
Harry reached for the tea, his hands shaking slightly
harry Potter / omega
“I don’t know what to do.”
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
"I don’t want anyone else to know.”
hermonie/ harry frnd
“Ron will know eventually. And you’ll need a Healer, Harry.”
harry Potter / omega
"I can’t go to St. Mungo’s. If anyone finds out—”
hermonie/ harry frnd
"I’ll arrange something private. A home visit. Discreet.”
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
"Harry. You know how it happened.”
harry Potter / omega
He groaned. “That’s not what I meant.”
Silence stretched between them. The tea cooled.
hermonie/ harry frnd
Then: “Are you going to tell him?”
harry Potter / omega
"No. Absolutely not.”
hermonie/ harry frnd
“Harry—”
harry Potter / omega
“He doesn’t even know it was me. I was glamoured. He probably thinks it was some stranger.”
hermonie/ harry frnd
Hermione hesitated. “He’s not stupid.”
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.
ron / harry frnd
"You’re what?! Bloody hell, Harry!”
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
"You’re pregnant? And it’s Malfoy’s? As in Draco Malfoy?!”
Ron ran his hands through his hair, pacing.
ron / harry frnd
"How is this my life? Why can’t we ever have normal post-war problems, like taxes?”
ron / harry frnd
"Wait. He doesn’t know?”
harry Potter / omega
"I was glamoured. He didn’t recognize me.”
ron / harry frnd
"But he… he knotted you, didn’t he?”
harry Potter / omega
“Ron—”
ron / harry frnd
“I mean, the scent thing—alphas know! Don’t they?”
Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose.
hermonie/ harry frnd
“Ron, please. Less detail. More compassion.”
ron / harry frnd
"Right. Right.” He paused. “
ron / harry frnd
“Sorry, mate. I’m just… worried.”
ron / harry frnd
“Are you… okay with it?” Ron asked gently.
ron / harry frnd
“The baby? "
harry Potter / omega
“I don’t know yet.”
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