I don't want to be his tutor!

"Perfect!" Draco grumbled, irritably tidying the already perfectly tidy room. "Just perfect!" As luck would have it today, when the hated Potter was due to visit him, things in his room absolutely did not want to fall into place. Cups from the academic olympiads were turned at the wrong angle, the soft carpet slid across the dark parquet, stirring underfoot. Everything around him seemed to mock his already strained nerves. "Two textbooks, sheets, pens..." Draco glanced around the desk one more time, making sure he had everything ready. He adjusted the spine of the notebook with his thin fingers so that it was parallel to the edge of the desk, and exhaled heavily. "Everything was ready." Draco looked around. For the first time he thought it wouldn't hurt to put up a guest couch. But he'd never hosted anyone before, so there was no need for one. Draco sat down carefully on the edge of the bed so as not to wrinkle the covers, and stared at the clock. There were still twenty minutes until Potter arrived, which seemed in no hurry to pass. Silence settled back into the deserted rooms. His parents would be at work until late afternoon, as usual. Lucius, having the dominant alpha gene, was the head of a large company, his alpha mother Narcissa was his PR manager. No one was surprised when Draco, born into such an alpha family, was also given alpha status in testing. His parents had high hopes for him. He was destined to become heir to his father's company. So from an early age he studied hard at the most elite alpha gymnasium in the capital. Which was not the case with Harry Potter. He was transferred to Draco's class in his final year. He was a complete zero in the sciences, but got into the gymnasium because of his outstanding success in sports. Potter was wet and disheveled every day after morning sports practice. He annoyed Draco unbearably when he sat in front of him in class. His pungent pheromones made him wrinkle his nose and move as far as he could. And Draco was even more angry that no one in class thought Potter smelled like cattle on a dirty farm. Moreover, apparently, to make Draco finally angry, Potter quickly became popular at school, thanks to his idiotic smile, ridiculous round glasses, and the dull look of his wide-open eyes. So when Potter suddenly decided to be friends with him, Draco seriously considered transferring to another gymnasium. His quiet breaks with books turned into annoying, meaningless conversations with Potter in the hallway that he couldn't escape. And he'd better get out of the gymnasium, because yesterday he was assigned to babysit this idiot. Exams were coming up, and Potter's only smart thing was his round glasses on his nose. The Headmaster of the gymnasium didn't want the statistics of the students' grades spoiled. So Draco Malfoy was chosen as a victim... as a tutor for three whole weeks, because he was the most capable student. The bell rang. "Damn!" Draco jumped off the bed and ran toward the hallway. In the middle of it he suddenly woke up and slowed down. He didn't have to rush in to open the door for some rogue. He squared his shoulders, lifted his chin, and moved slowly toward the door. In the hallway, Draco stopped in front of the mirror. He fixed his soft silver hair, buttoned the top button of his light green shirt, coughed, and opened the door. "Hey!" Potter's energetic voice shattered the clarified silence of the manor. –"I could barely get to the door, the guards didn't want to let me in!" "You bet..." Draco raised his eyebrows indifferently and surveyed his guest. The black hair disheveled after workout, sticking to his wet forehead, through which he could see an idiotic lightning-like scar from a fall as he was a child. Yes, Potter had managed to forcibly initiate him into many details of his personal life over tortured chitchat at school recess. Stretched maroon sweatshirt, jeans, huge gym bag on his shoulder. His whole appearance screamed that he didn't belong in Malfoy Manor. "Are you going to let me in, or just going to keep looking?" Harry asked, pulling Draco out of his thoughts. "Do I really have to do this?" Draco looked up at the ceiling with a doomed look and stepped aside, letting Potter in. "Wow, amazing!" Harry stretched out as he walked into Draco's room. His apartment seemed smaller than this room. High ceilings, huge windows, but almost no furniture. A desk, a bed, and a closet. "What do you do in your spare time?" - Harry asked nonchalantly, looking around. "What spare time?" Draco asked with incomprehension, gradually becoming irritated at the mere sight of that barrel of pheromones in his clean room. He'd have to ventilate for at least twenty-four hours after their class. "Um..." Potter reacted immediately to the strained tone of Draco's voice and stopped the tour. He tossed the bag with the sport uniform against the wall and flopped down on the bed. "You don't seem to be in a good mood, do you...?" "Be careful! The bedspread...!" Draco unknowingly blurted out and rushed to the bed. He came to his senses when he was on one knee at Potter's feet, adjusting the bed. The pungent smell of wet wood and asphalt hit him in the nose, sending hot spikes through his brain. Draco froze, then slowly looked up. Damn, I can't even move. What is he, the dominant alpha?! Potter looked down at him in naive surprise. Their gazes met, and they both froze in awkward silence. "Sorry, I didn't mean to," Potter was the first to break the silence in a calm low voice. He got up from the bed and gave Draco a hand to help him up too. I can stand up on my own, I'm not a cripple. But his hand, to Draco's own surprise, traitorously stretched upward, grasping the outstretched firm palm. Why did you grab it, you idiot? "Are you all right?" Potter suddenly asked, not letting go of his hand. He didn't answer, and Potter strained to pull his sweatshirt away from his neck, which was constricting his throat. Draco's gaze unknowingly caught the movement of the muscles and veins in his neck as Potter moved his head, freeing himself from the fabric. "You don't look so good," he added worriedly. "You're making me choke!" Draco finally came to his senses and aggressively pushed Harry away from him. He stepped to the window and opened it. A stream of cool spring air rushed into the room, and Draco greedily sucked it in with his nose. His consciousness gradually began to clear, and he exhaled relaxed. "Sorry," Potter said quietly, bringing him back to harsh reality, "it must be after my sport practice» Potter pulled his hair away from his face with his fingers and pulled his sweatshirt up. The white T-shirt pulled up behind the thick maroon fabric, exposing his muscular stomach. Draco was ready to gouge his eyes out as they stared at the relief of his tanned abs. He pressed his lip furiously and turned toward the window again. "Can I take a quick shower? Where's your bathroom?" Draco didn't turn away from the window and waved toward the door leading to his private bathroom. He saw Potter stand for a moment, staring at him, and then disappear out the door. Draco turned only when he heard the sound of falling water. He did fix the unfortunate bedspread, put Potter's bag off the floor on a shelf in the closet, and stood against the wall, smugly examining his room, which was back to normal. He sucked in the clean air with his nose with pleasure. Even the faint smell of wood and asphalt, left over from the jerk's pheromones, now touched his senses pleasantly. Wait, what?! No! Draco went to the window again and abruptly opened it fully so that the frame thundered against the adjacent glass and almost broke it. The noise of the water has stopped. "Is everything all right...?" Potter's worried voice came from the shower room. Draco's tired mind immediately drew a clear picture of his wet body. "Just fine," Draco replied after a moment. Potter's question made him suddenly realize there was only one towel in the bathroom. His towel. He didn't know what would make him feel worse. If Potter took his towel and mixed his rough smell with his subtle scent of mint and bitter chocolate, or... Draco grimaced. Or he would have to carry him a new one. Draco grasped the bridge of his nose irritably. Potter had managed to ruin his beautiful home and its perfect order in a matter of minutes with his mere presence. His head was splitting apart, the blood pounding painfully in his temples. What's the matter with me?! I would never believe that the sight of that idiot's naked belly warmed my blood. Alphas don't react like that to other alphas' pheromones. He leaned on the table and exhaled slowly, putting his thoughts in order. Yes, undoubtedly, his body must be incredible, but that's no reason to lose your temper, Draco. "Um, Draco..!" the voice came out again. The decisive moment had arrived. "Throw a new towel on the sink please, yours is the only one hanging here" Breathe in. Breathe out. Just go in, put it in, and come out. Draco pulled a towel from the cabinet and on trembling legs stepped toward the bathroom. The doorknob clicked pliantly under his hand, and the door opened quietly. The steam from the hot water mixed with Potter's pungent pheromones slammed into his face. Draco choked on the air for a moment, but immediately exhaled heavily and stepped forward with confidence. Just put it down and get out of the bathroom. The towel rested gently on the marble sink, and Draco began to turn toward the door, scrutinizing the amusing pattern on the stone floor. Suddenly one of the shampoos collapsed from the shelf onto the floor of the shower, and Draco unconsciously looked up. Damn! Through the fogged glass of the shower stall she could clearly see the silhouette of an athletic body. Potter's tanned skin stood out darkly against the white marble wall. Draco saw Potter lean over for the bottle as how he set it down. Saw him put his face under the hot jets of water one last time, and saw him turn off the water. Turned? Off? The water? Draco jerked toward the door, but immediately froze. He heard Potter turn the handle on the cabin glass and push the door open. As the steam in the air dissolved into the vent, Harry saw Draco frozen in front of him with scarlet cheeks and eyes wide open. Draco's sweet pheromones confidently and quickly filled the bathroom, permeating through Harry's lungs and into his entire body. Draco stood on the stone floor, unable to move. His gaze stroked greedily over Potter's body, examining with manic care every drop that slid down his sculpted muscles. When their gazes met, Draco shuddered in horror. The cheerful and carefree look in Potter's green eyes changed to a hazy and aggressive one. The pupil swallowed up almost the entire emerald iris, turning the eyes demonically black. Cold goosebumps ran up his spine, bringing Draco to his senses, and he rushed out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him noisily. What the hell was that?! What the hell...? His lower abdomen tugged painfully. His legs were shaky, the room was swimming in front of his eyes. If he didn't have the Alpha Citizen card, he would have thought he was starting to get a omega heat. His body reacts to Potter's pheromones and reaches for him. But he just can't be an omega, or? "Malfoy?" Harry's husky voice came from behind him. Draco flinched and turned around. Potter was standing a meter away from him in just his pants pulled over his damp skin. No glasses. Wet black hair hastily brushed back. "W-what..?" Draco called back and didn't recognize his own voice. It sounded more like the bleating of a trapped lamb. Potter's gaze seemed to grow even blacker. He looked frowning from under his dark eyebrows. "What did your testing at sixteen show?" Harry asked seriously and took a step forward. "Alpha," Draco said with forcefully strained confidence, cocking his chin, but stepped back. "Are you sure?" Harry interrogated and stepped toward him again. "Yes," Draco answered, but his voice wavered. He jerked back, but he was startled to feel a wall in his back. "W-what are you doing?" He opened his eyes and stared at the approaching Potter. Potter came very close. So close that Draco could hear him breathing. But he didn't touch him anywhere. There was an inch of safe space between them. Potter looked into his eyes and leaned closer. "I won't touch you, honestly, I won't," he said slowly in a low voice, not believing his own words. Potter slowly reached for his neck, staring with enchanted eyes. Draco froze and huddled against the wall, unable to move. His consciousness screamed to run, but his body wanted to move toward Potter's lips. - I'll just... catch your scent," Potter whispered, "please don't be afraid..." his hot breath touched the thin skin on Draco's neck, crushing his body with goosebumps. Harry rested his palm against the wall, above Draco's head, leaned down so that he couldn't touch him anywhere, and hovered over the top. The thick smell of Potter's pheromones no longer seemed pungent and suffocating to Draco. It was as if he were enveloping his body in a soft caramel, making him want to drown in it. The goosebumps got him again. Potter sucked in air a millimeter from his neck, then froze... and exhaled tornly. Draco's knees trembled, and it was a miracle he didn't fall to the floor. He gasped at the intoxicating smell of wood and asphalt, but he couldn't stop inhaling it greedily through his mouth. Without turning his head, he looked sideways at Harry, who was looking up into his eyes, unable to tear himself away from Draco's sweet scent. "Please tell me I'm not the only one who feels this way," Harry groaned in agony, greedily gulping the sweet pheromones from the air. His fangs were so close to Draco's cherished neck. One move, it only takes one move. He could leave his mark on Draco's neck right now if he can't hold back... How am I supposed to feel, asshole?! What?! How everything is clenching in my bottom, just from your scent?! Draco's mind was exploding. He furrowed his brow, pursed his lips, and looked up pleadingly, begging the gods for help. "Can you feel it?" Harry whispered again with an exhale, aware that his upper lip was rising up on its own, revealing sharp fangs ready to bite. He reached his hand out to Draco's stomach, causing him to retract in panic and push himself even harder into the wall. Just as his fingers touched the soft fabric of Draco's green shirt, Harry immediately yanked them back. What should I say? What should I reply? Am I an omega... How could this happen? Potter leaned his other arm against the wall. A heaving chest gave away his heavy breathing. He clenched his fists until his fingers crunched. Draco could see Potter's body melting under the power of pheromones, too. His pheromones. Draco Malfoy's pheromones. "Please..." Harry whispered without hope. Draco breathed heavily. Why do you smell like that, Potter? It's as if you were my true mate... His mind was leaving him inexorably. He was a centimeter away from Potter's inviting warmth. And with all his neurons he was reaching for it. He sucked in air and parted his lips to answer. "Okay, I'm sorry," Harry said suddenly. His voice broke into a weak, agonizing wheeze. He pushed himself off the wall with difficulty. "I'll ask the Headmaster to release you from tutoring. I won't be able to come to you again. Draco, you're not safe around me anymore. Harry stared at the wall in agony, painfully avoiding Draco's gaze. Then he took a step back and stopped immediately. Harry looked down. Draco's slender fingers held tightly to the pocket of his jeans, not letting him move back. Harry looked up at him with eyes wide with excited surprise. Draco stared back silently. What should I do? Why did I stop him?! Damn! His heart pounded in his chest, cracking into his ribs. He felt like he was either going to explode or pass out from the blood pulsing throughout his body, especially his lower abdomen. Potter's waist-deep nudity only warmed his body more, causing his entire body below to clench. His head was no longer thinking. Draco took a step, closing the distance between them. Harry's soft whisper ran through his head, his gentle but so serious words. Harry could have pounced on him in the bathroom, clawed at his neck against the wall and forcibly made him his own. But he pulled away, thinking that Draco didn't like him. So strange. These behaviors were so out of character with the Potter he'd seen. It was all fake, painted by his irritated mind, not understanding the attraction of his body. Draco froze in fascination as he watched Harry's face. How could he not have seen that look before. Those bright green eyes, full of care and attention, looking at him now, flapping their eyelashes amusedly. Draco squeezed his eyes shut and leaned forward. For a moment, his consciousness dissolved into darkness. When his senses returned, he felt the heat of Harry's lips on his own, the smell of clean skin. He could feel every drop of water seeping into him through his shirt from Harry's wet, muscular body. Potter froze. He didn't move, Draco didn't realize it until moments later because of the rush of feelings. His heart ached, and he recoiled doubtfully. No emotion could be read on the tanned face. Potter stared at him like a lifeless doll, unmoving. Mistake? Did I make a mistake?! "I... Well..." Draco began, stammering over his own words. He was choking on a heavy lump of tears lodged in his throat. "I..." Harry finally woke up, as if the sound of Draco's trembling voice pulled him out into the world, confirming the reality of what was happening. His green eyes sparkled and shone brighter than ever. He cast a gentle glance at Draco, ran his palms up his shoulders and down to his waist, then pulled him against him in a confident motion. "You drive me crazy, Draco Malfoy," Harry whispered, burying his nose in his hair. Draco's body relaxed at last, and he hung limply in Harry's arms. Their scents mingled in a vibrant symphony, enveloping both of them in a thick cloud of euphoria.