I don't want to be his tutor!

“Page three hundred and ninety-four!” Severus Snape, the chemistry teacher, burst into the classroom. Draco flipped through the pages, grabbed the first pen he could find from his pencil case, and wrote down the topic of today’s lesson without thinking about its meaning. He did everything today without thinking. Giving the reins to his body, trained by years of hard study, Draco was drowning in a bottomless abyss of heavy self-destructive thoughts. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t ignore the fact that he had kissed Harry Potter in a completely idiotic way yesterday. Just thinking about it made his face burn with fire, and his fists itched to punch himself. Or at least charge the nearest chemistry textbook into his face. This whole absurd situation in his room yesterday looked like it couldn’t get any worse. And yet it had gotten worse. Right in the middle of their rooftop hot embrace with Harry, his mother Narcissa walked into the room. How did Draco realize it? By her exasperated shrieking, theatrical grip on her stopping heart, and angrily bulging eyes. Throwing wild glances at the half undressed Harry, who had just gotten out of the shower, she rushed to open all the windows. No matter how much Harry tried to justify himself and explain the situation, Narcissa didn’t listen to him and immediately escorted him out of the manor. What followed was a long sleepless night full of strange family conversations. Narcissa carefully and ingratiatingly explained why and how they had forged his birth documents, why he was an omega instead of an alpha. And, to finally finish Draco’s already shattered psyche, his father, who had been indifferent and unconcerned until then, joined the conversation. Lucius Malfoy, with unprecedented zeal and pressure, began to explain how omegas should behave in society, the rules of safety when communicating with alphas. And at the end, looking into his eyes with emphasis, he told about the peculiarities and difficulties of the mating process. After such a magical talk, Draco couldn’t sleep at all, he didn’t even go to bed. He sat on a chair in the middle of his ascetically decorated room and sat like that until morning. Now Draco sat in his chair in class with the same frustration and horror in his eyes and huge blue bags underneath them, staring into the void. Lessons passed one after another, but the desk in front of him remained empty. Harry Potter, the damn Harry Potter who had turned his life upside down, still hadn’t shown up at school. Everything inside clenched with resentment and incomprehension. Was it because of the kiss? Because his mother had burst into the room so violently and chased him away? Is he afraid of me now? Does he despise me? Draco was tossing between two fires. He was glad for the long-awaited quiet school day and simultaneously panting with annoyance. His nose had become accustomed to Harry’s pheromones spilling out after a vigorous training session. He wanted to see that smile one more time, to smell the roofless scent and feel the warmth of his skin. The last class was luckily canceled and Draco managed to get some sleep on the way home. His driver drove him quietly and calmly through the dense streets of London out of town to the Malfoy residence. He was greeted by the waking spring garden at the fence, pleasantly refreshing his head. Draco stepped inside. The strange bustle of servants running back and forth alerted him immediately. Draco was finally convinced that he had lost his mind when he saw Narcissa, along with the servants running from the side. She was meticulously adjusting numerous vases, carrying some trays. Even Lucius himself was not sitting in his favorite leather armchair with a newspaper, but was pushing chairs up to the table in the hall. “Are we going to have guests tonight?” Draco asked in a quiet, tired voice. Several of the maids jumped on the spot in surprise and immediately bowed their heads in greeting. “Hello, Draco, you’re early today,” Narcissa said without taking her eyes off the marble statuette of a horse, and wiped an imperceptible speck of dust off the stone animal’s nose. “Go to your room for now, dear,” Lucius said busily. “If we need you, we’ll call you. You should get some rest after school.” Having neither the energy nor the desire to get into the details of all this craziness Draco staggered to his room, yawning through his mouth on the way. The only thing he wanted right now was soft pajamas and a quiet rest. That’s what he started to do. Once his school shirt was on the chair and his fingers were hooking the buckle on his belt, the doorbell rang. Apparently no one had opened the door, and the bell rang again. Then again. “Draco, darling, open the door, please!” came the distant voice of Narcissa. “I’m not dressed!” Draco shouted irritably. “I’m sorry, darling! It’s a delivery of flowers, they must have been left under the door, just bring them in the hallway…!” The last words drowned in the depths of the manor, mingling with the rapid clatter of heels. Barely dragging his feet, Draco staggered back. After traversing the long corridors, almost drowsily sleepy-eyed, he swung open the front door. And immediately froze. Harry Potter was staring at him with strained, almost glassy eyes and a tight smile. Instead of a sports uniform, he was wearing some semblance of a business shirt and a dark jacket. Even his perpetually disheveled hair was combed and styled with an even parting on the side. “Potter?!” Suppressing a yawn, Draco exclaimed. “Why do you look like a fucking priest?!” There was no response. Draco followed the direction of the green eyes' gaze afterwards, dipped his head down and finally realized that there must be many more questions to his own appearance. In a second, a thousand thoughts filled his head, giving off painful throbbing in his temples. What is he doing here?! “Oh, good evening, Harry! You’re a little early, but it’s okay!” came Narcissa’s voice from behind him. She stood behind him, blocking his escape route. “Good evening, Mrs. Malfoy,” Harry bowed courteously. Draco’s gaze turned cold and deadly. He slowly turned to his mother smiling as if nothing had happened. “A little early?!” he exclaimed. “He wasn’t expected here at all!” “He’s just kidding, Harry,” Narcissa laughed lightly. “No, I’m not!” Totally lost, Harry stood in the doorway, not knowing what to do. The open front door hinted unmistakably that there was still a chance of escape. One look at Harry was enough for Draco to realize: he wasn’t here of his own free will. Painful shame constricted his throat. Narcissa must have threatened him, called his parents… Or maybe promised him a round sum of money for his silence…? “Should I leave?” Harry asked, suddenly addressing him for some reason. Draco was taken aback. “No, no! Come in!” Narcissa exclaimed. She literally pushed Harry inside and closed the door behind him. Draco saw him look away in embarrassment. “Draco’s going to go get cleaned up for now,” Narcissa cast an unmistakable glance at Draco’s bare chest, then stretched out in a smile and turned to Harry. “And you, dear Harry, come through the hall” Darling?! Draco was once again aware of the fact that he was wearing only pants. But immediately his desperately sleep-demanding brain realized a new problem. He couldn’t quite pinpoint it yet. But he knew for sure that he couldn’t leave Harry alone with his parents in the hall. He quickly ran his gaze from the suspiciously hospitable Narcissa to the lost Harry and back again, trying to make a decision. And when Narcissa suddenly took Harry under her arm, guiding him into the hall, Draco grabbed him sharply, literally holding him to his own chest. “He’s coming with me!” Feeling his hands burn against someone else’s body, Draco said. Narcissa raised her eyebrows meaningfully, then shrugged as if nothing had happened and said: “Don’t be long, I’ll be back to pick you up for dinner.” “Knock this time, please,” Draco mocked a semblance of a smile. When Narcissa disappeared behind a large flower vase, Draco dragged Harry across the hallway at lightning speed and pushed him into his room, immediately locking the door behind them. Draco immediately unlocked the closet with trembling hands. Everything was blurring in front of his eyes. He couldn’t even pick out the right shirt. Pulling off the first one he could find, he hastily buttoned it up and slowly turned around, panting with his heart pounding. Harry was standing a step away from the door, right where Draco had left him. His strangely intense gaze was staring at the opposite wall. Fucking awesome… “Sit down, please,” Draco said dryly, pulling out a chair for him. “I need some time to think of a reason for you to leave.” Harry obediently sat down in silence. The room began to fill with his pheromones, very active for some reason, and Draco opened the window ajar. What am I supposed to tell my parents? That Harry wasn’t feeling well, that they’d had a argument? Should I just throw a tantrum and shove him out the door of the Manor before they can even think about it? The only silver lining in this whole situation was that his mom hadn’t thought to call his crazy aunt Bellatrix. If she showed up at dinner, Harry would definitely not be able to escape. Immersed in agonizing thought processes, Draco paced from side to side, grasping the bridge of his nose and biting his lips nervously. As he once again went from one wall to the other, Harry, who was sitting in a chair, picked up his hand, intertwining their fingers. Draco was electrocuted from head to toe. He stopped, frozen, afraid to breathe. Harry gently tugged on his hand and turned him around to face him. “How are you feeling?” Raising a deep emerald gaze, Harry asked. Everything squeezed inside. For some reason Draco wondered if his palms were wet. “W-what?” he blinked not very intellectual, trying to realize the question. How am I feeling? What the hell does that mean?! How was he burning with shame right now? Why had he dragged him into the room? How dare he drag him into a family squabble or something? “If, thinking I was an alpha and I found out I was an omega, I’d be dumbfounded at the very least,” Harry said in almost a whisper and, seeing Draco’s eyes widen in horror, added, “Your mother had a long and difficult phone conversation with mine.” Draco froze. Then he finally realized what he had heard and threw up his hand. He staggered across the room, clenching his trembling fists. “How shameful!” Draco exclaimed, helplessly slamming the closet door shut. “No wonder you rushed in after that!” He sighed in frustration into his folded palms. How disgraceful! Of course his mother couldn’t leave him alone Potter, because he knows that the heir to the great Malfoy family, where everyone was always born an alpha — a freaking omega! “What did she promise you?!” Draco exclaimed, noticing with annoyance the trembling in his voice. “Money? Or did she threaten you?” “Hey, hey, hey! Draco, be quiet!” “Get off!” Harry tried to catch a shaking Draco on the verge of hysterics, but he dodged. “Stop it. Now.” Harry’s low voice made Draco freeze. A thick pheromone filled his lungs, immobilizing his entire body. Seizing the moment, Harry grabbed Draco in a hug and pressed him against the wall, stopping the tremors in his body. “Let go, asshole, why did you even come here!?” Draco twitched, trying to break free. “You’ve got your stupid hair straightened out!” he exclaimed, and with a quick movement, he brought Harry’s hair back to its usual disheveled state. " And that white shirt… idiotic! You’re idiotic!” “Listen, Draco, listen to me,” Harry pulled him tighter and leaned gently into his ear. “I’m here because I wanted to see you. There’s no other reason.” Draco, who was pressed face-first into Harry’s shoulder, mumbled something incoherent, trying to inhale as little as possible of the intoxicating scent of the sturdy alpha’s body. “I thought you wouldn’t want to look at me, wouldn’t want to talk to me after everything that’s happened,” Harry said quietly and somehow painfully. “I thought this invitation from your mother was my last chance to explain myself to you.” But Draco was literally dying. Even if Harry now said that he had accepted a million pounds in cash from his mother and had agreed to come to dinner just for that, he wouldn’t care. Hot, lingering pheromones lingered in his mind, his body melted in those strong arms, and his sleepy brain happily plunged into the stupefying darkness. Draco covered his eyes and exhaled with an unrestrained groan. “Did you hear me?” The lingering silence made Harry worried. He leaned back and lifted Draco’s face to his own. Draco Malfoy’s smudged, sleepy, drunk and infinitely beautiful face appeared before him. Harry saw half-lidded silver eyes and scarlet cheeks. “Oh, my God! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, shit!” he jumped back to a safe distance and led Draco by the elbow to the open window. “I didn’t mean to!” Draco reluctantly ducked against the open window sash. The spring sunset lit up his face and a light wind dipped into his blonde hair. He closed his eyes, inhaling the fresh air with pleasure. “Ugh… Draco…” a whimper was heard a few minutes later. Draco turned around. Standing against the opposite wall was Harry, covering his nose and mouth with his hands. His eyes were dark and cloudy. “If you won’t stop now, I’m really going to have to run out of here,” he wheezed gutturally, leaning against the wall. “What’s wrong? “Your pheromones. Stop them, I’m begging you.” “How the hell am I supposed to do that?! If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m new to this shit!” Draco exclaimed irritably. Harry had already slid down the wall to the floor and was breathing shallowly, frequently. Draco had opened all the windows, but apparently that didn’t help much. “Just think of something… calming,” came a quiet voice from the floor. “If only it were that easy,” Draco hummed. “You’re in my room…” Harry froze. Then, shrinking into a small ball, he whimpered weakly and painfully. Sweet pleasant pheromones caramelized his brain. He breathed frequently through a mouth already filled with saliva. He didn’t want to leave, but he’d have to literally run away. Otherwise he’d lose control and take what he wanted most right now. The fact that Draco had locked the door from the inside made his mind race even more. Harry exhaled raggedly for the thousandth time, hoping the draught would do its job soon and the air would be clear. But he heard a rustle very close by. When Harry opened his eyes, there was a dark silhouette against the blinding window in front of him. Draco stood confidently over him, arms crossed over his chest. His eyebrows were pushed together defiantly. And his gaze was frighteningly clear and sharp. “So, why did you say you came here?” He asked, stretching his words in a mannered manner. Harry pulled his hands away from his face. A flood of smells and sensations rushed into his lungs. “They forced you in after all? Should I call security to have you thrown out?” Harry ran his gaze from the gray eyes, to the body translucent in the sun through the thin shirt, not yet understanding what Draco’s game was. “Nothing to say? Okay…” Draco turned around. “Wait!” Harry grabbed him by the pants and jerked after him. From the jerk, he didn’t keep his balance and fell to his knees. He is on his knees in front of Draco. The rules of the game became a little clearer for him. “I have something to say,” Harry said gently sliding his touch to Draco’s knee. “I’m listening,” Draco’s voice trembled faintly. He turned toward him, lifting his chin with a haughty look. Harry sensed a nonverbal permission to continue. “I’m here because I wanted to see you.” “I’ve heard that before,” Draco growled and jerked back, but Harry grabbed his hips firmly and pulled them to his face. Draco froze, seeing how obscenely close Harry’s face was to his body. “I’ve been staring at you in class for six months,” Harry began quietly, tightening his grip on his hips. “Breathing you at breaks…” “Go on,” Draco said with his eyebrows drawn together tensely. They locked their gazes together. “You’re amazing, smart, incredibly handsome,” Harry slid his hands up Draco’s thighs and raised himself slightly on his knees. “I lose my mind every time you look at me.” Draco felt Harry’s pheromones intensify. But for some reason, they were easy to breathe in. They enveloped him gently, giving him a faint tingling sensation in his lower abdomen along with a feeling of security. He wanted to drown in them. He wanted them all. “Yesterday, when you…” “Stop!” Draco exclaimed and jumped out of his grip. But Harry immediately stood up and pushed him against the wall, pressing his thigh against his groin. Draco didn’t know where to hide his blushing face. “You kissed me yesterday,” Harry whispered against his lips. “So that’s your responsibility, Draco Malfoy.” Draco turned away, hiding his gaze, but Harry nuzzled his nose against his neck. “It’s your fault my head was completely blown off by you.” Harry slid his nose slowly down his neck to his ear. Draco was covered in small goosebumps. Down below where Harry’s thigh pressed against him, everything burned shamefully, giving off unmistakable pulsations. “I really want to be here. Next to you.” Harry slid further down the sensitive skin and left a light kiss on his cheek. Then he froze, and pulled away with a sweet smile. “Is that enough to keep me for dinner, my handsome omega?” “You’re obnoxious!…” exclaimed Draco blushing to his ears and threw a pillow at him from the bed. “Get out of the house! Get out!…” A knock on the door interrupted his angry tirade. “Draco, dear, dinner is ready,” came Narcissa’s voice. Draco, breathing deeply and gulping pheromone-laden air with his mouth, shifted his gaze from the door to Harry. Harry looked back at him with a confident, penetrating gaze and arched an eyebrow expectantly. Draco pressed his lips together and hissed: “Two minutes, we’ll be right there.”