Chapter 28 - Control

                                        

                                              
Published: May 25, 2025
Artist: m1ndm4k3rs 
It was the night of the full moon, and Harry couldn't keep his eyes off Draco. He tried to control his obvious obsession, but the smell that Draco was emitting was luring him in. He even tried to leave the room to get some distance, but Draco kept following him. For once, Draco didn't seem to smell afraid of the attention, and if Harry could guess, Draco just needed to smell Harry, though he wasn't sure if Draco wanted more or not. 
After lunch, Harry stayed in the den on the couch, and Draco sat nearby. Steadily, Draco inched closer and closer, but he didn't seem to want to make the commitment to touch him. Harry had to force himself not to move or stare, but the smell was getting to him.
"Draco...."
Quicker than he thought possible, Draco was on him, straddling him, and his nose was at his throat, just hovering over Harry's bite mark. Harry opened up his neck willingly, and Draco practically moaned as he inhaled his scent. Harry nearly purred under him, but Draco suddenly jerked back.
"Harry... I...."
Harry opened his eyes and looked at Draco. "Draco?"
"Sorry... I... don't know... I didn't mean..." he rambled, confused.
"Hey, it's okay. The healer said that werewolves get... umm... crazy during this time of the month."
Draco grimaced. "You somehow made it seem like we're on our periods."
Harry laughed. "I guess I did. But it's just biology... relax."
"Relax? I'm on your lap!"
"Getting off would be...."
"Getting off?" Draco growled.
"What? Oh... I meant to get off of me, Draco. Not... that, holy Dumbledore."
Draco still didn't get off his lap, and Harry tried to ignore that fact. Draco's eyes darkened as he smelled Harry's own lust, and Draco stared into his eyes. Harry wasn't oblivious to the fact that Draco was hard. He had to stop this as this was exactly what Draco was afraid of... both of them losing control.
"Draco... get off of me... now," Harry ordered like he had last full moon, and Draco shuddered under the command but resisted it. He glared down at Harry, unaffected for the first time. He had no control over him, now.
Harry was about to order him, again, but instead let himself feel disappointed that Draco didn't listen to him. Draco recoiled from the bitter, sad smell and scrambled off of him. Harry held up his hands, in an attempt to calm him down. Draco went to the far end of the couch and curled up.
"Breathe, Draco. Everything's okay...."
"No, it isn't. I would have let you do anything!" Draco cried, tears forming.
"But I stopped it!" Harry reasoned. He didn't mention that it really seemed like Draco was about to do something to him.
"Tonight's the full moon... how are you going to stop it? I'm the Omega," Draco whispered, rocking back and forth.
"Omega... you keep saying that. You're not..." Harry started. He had heard of Alphas and Betas, but that word and the tone Draco used. He hated it.
"No, I'm the pack bitch... the lowest. I exist for the pack," Draco murmured like it was programmed into him to say.
Harry felt chills running down his back. He had heard that before. He knelt by Draco's knees. "It won't be like that. I won't let it."
"You can't stop it. You can smell I'm fertile... pregnant, and you will fuck me into the ground. And I will let you!" Draco sobbed, burying his face in his hands.