ep 4
He dreamed of that night.
Not the heat. Not the chaos.
But the quiet parts. The alpha’s hand
Brushing his cheek. The whisper in his ear:
It was stupid. Just instinct. Hormones.
Draco Malfoy wasn’t tender. He wasn’t gentle
And he’d left without a word.
Harry couldn’t let himself hope. He’d do this alone.
At the Ministry, things got worse.
In the lift. In the corridors. At meetings Harry didn’t remember him being invited to.
He kept looking at Harry.
Not with suspicion. Not with malice.
As if Harry smelled wrong. As if something about him was missing. Or worse—familiar.
Harry pressed himself deeper into his suppressants. Reinforced the glamours.
He avoided him at every turn.
And sometimes, when Draco passed too close, Harry felt his magic stutter.
Something inside him—something primal—whispered: mate.
Back at Grimmauld, Hermione returned with a discreet Healer contact.
hermonie/ harry frnd
“She won’t ask questions. And she’s worked with unregistered omegas before.”
harry Potter / omega
“Thank you.”
Hermione sat with him through the examination.
The Healer confirmed the pregnancy. Seven weeks along. Healthy so far. But magical pregnancy would become volatile without proper bond stabilization.
“You’ll need rest. And shielding charms,” she said. “Any unexpected alpha contact could trigger dangerous reactions.”
harry Potter / omega
"What kind of reactions?”
“Protective bursts. Instinctive defenses. Magical flares. Emotional volatility. And if the alpha is the sire…”
Hermione cleared her throat loudly.
The Healer gave a knowing look but didn’t press
“Be careful,” she said. “You’re carrying rare magic. That child will be powerful.”
Harry stared at the wall long after she left.
He wasn’t just a pregnant omega.
He was carrying Draco Malfoy’s heir.
And he had no idea what to do next.
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