Draco stood by the mirror, biting his lip to muffle the tears. Omega. He turned out to be a damn omega. Not only was he a veila, but now he was also a weak omega! How can he protect Harry, you, his omega, if he's an omega too?! His inner omega whined and burst into tears, wanting the support of it's true mate.

His hair was smooth and shoulder-length, his lips were noticeably plumper in a moody manner, his hips were a little wider, and his waist was narrower. He was the perfect omega, and that made him feel even worse. His scent of dark chocolate and mint will now attract even more attention.

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Draco was sitting at the Slytherin table, glaring at his plate. The golden trio's usual place at the Gryffindor table was empty. His inner omega was whining. What if you refuse your connection? Although you're definitely definitely a true mate for his veila, but still? What if you want a strong, powerful alpha who can give you a family and pupps? At the thought of pupps, Draco's inner omega curled up in despair, already imagining his lonely old age.

Draco was sitting lost in thought, obviously his excitement was causing him to go into heat early. People were already squinting at the table, and Nott approached his neck, licking his lips greedily.

Suddenly, the door to the hall opened and the golden trio entered. Granger, she looks like the same cheeky smart girl, beta. Weasley, softer and more handsome, is probably an omega. And you. Over the summer, you obviously got bigger in the shoulders, and the usual glasses no longer covered your eyes the color of the first green. Massive shoulders, strong legs, and venous arms.

Draco bit his lip in disbelief, looking at you, your scent of cherries and coffee covered his head, making him whimper. Nott next to him chuckled, "What a bitch you are, Malfoy."

Omega wilted a little, he did not like such treatment. His instincts screamed at him to come to you, to seek support from his alpha.