#older!draco

6th year!Draco x 5th year!Harry:

Draco is not a maternal type, even if he is an Omega, he just didn’t like kids.

But Draco hates the younger years of Hogwarts even more than children. According to him, all 3rd-5th years need to be put down—even though he once was 3rd-5th year himself.

The thought of spending even a second with those shits made his skin itch.

So, when he’s signed up for ‘tutor duty’ by his dorm mates as a prank. Draco was of course, livid.  And no matter how much Draco tortured them they couldn’t reverse what they’ve done. Draco tried begging, bribing, even seducing teachers but it did nothing. As Professor Snape said to him when he asked for him to do something, he had to “Just suck it up and stop whining like he does every day.”

The next week, Draco and other unfortunate 7th years were introduced to their students. Which is when Draco knew faith hated him.

Instead of giving him an easily intimidated 1st-year Omega who would be too busy pissing themselves to ask Draco a question, he got a 5th-year alpha. And not any 5th-year alpha—remember faith hates him—he got Harry freakin Potter.

Who would go down as the cheekiest, dumbest and most annoying boy Draco has ever met. The boy who lived or not, he was bad at everything except for a handful of subjects. Which were probably the only thing keeping him from being held back. Worst, when Harry wasn’t arguing with him, he would act…strange.

He excused himself to the bathroom every 10 minutes, either won’t meet Draco’s eye or stared too long, and got aggressive if Draco’s attention drifted from him for more then 2 seconds.

So if Harry’s stupidity + his odd behaviour = his grades not rising, that means for Draco that he won’t be leaving the tutor duty any time soon.

“He’s clearly horny for you Dray,” Pansy explained after listening to her best friends entire rant, “he’s 15 years old Alpha who’s being taken cared of by an older beautiful Omega. Why won’t he be wanking every minute?”

For once in their friendship, Draco took Pansy’s opinion to account. Maybe he could use Harry’s crush on him as a way to get the alpha’s grades up.

And he did.

“You’ll do what?” Harry asked him, not believing what he just heard.

“For every passed test I will wear an article of your clothing for a week, letting you scent me or lay claim or whatever you alphas like doing to us. Deal?”

Draco doesn’t think that a plan of his had ever worked so well. Harry got such better grades that he was neck and neck with that Granger-girl but what Draco had not counted on was the effect the alphas stench had on him.

What happened next, you’ve probably already guessed.

“I can’t believe I just let a 15-year-old knot me!” Draco whined for the thousandth time as he put his clothes back on.

Which meant this was the thousandth time Harry had to roll his eyes, “ Will you calm down it’s literally a 1 year age gap, not 20. And it was you that practically begged m-”

Harry could finish his sentence, Draco’s wand was on his throat, “Wanna finish that sentence?” he asked darkly.

Harry shook his head, petrified.

“Good, and I surely don’t need to tell you to tell no one, right?”

Harry nodded.

“Good boy.” Draco accompanied his faux praise by pulling Harry closer to him, “Keep our secret and we can keep doing this, fair?”

“I want to add one more spiral to the end” Harry says, skating towards his coach Draco.

Draco nodded in agreement, yes that would be better, after he let Harry drink some more, he sent him back on the ice.

“The whole routine again” he states clearly, starting the music.

And Harry starts again, all smooth movements, elegant over the ice like some sort of exotic bird.

Harry came to him 3 years ago, asking to be trained further. Said he heard rumours about how Coach Malfoy, would bring anyone who he thought worthy to the top of the ice-skating world. At first Draco been doubtful, the boy didn’t look as someone who could do a lot yet. So,he said him to show what he could do so far. Draco had been very surprised. The only thing missing at the boy’s technique was elegance.

Smiling, he looked to Harry now, still doing his routine. Elegance he had for sure now. Maybe even a little bit too much elegance. The movements of the other man were spot on. All the training giving him a very nice figure. His bottom sure became bigger over the years. Something Draco loved to look at while Harry didn’t notice.

It was truly a shame that Harry was 6 years his minor. He was too old for him, at least that’s what he told himself. That way he wouldn’t do anything impulsive like pin Harry down underneath him and have his wicked ways with him.

The pure torture however was the days were Draco would join Harry on the ice. Skating with him, closely behind him. Little touches all the time. Afterwards they would both be sweaty and very much in need of a shower. There weren’t separate shower stalls at the building they were, so to see Harry naked these days, first sweaty and later with waterdrops making their way down to his v line. Well let’s just say most of the time,Draco had either to turn away quickly or shower a lot colder than he wished to.

“TADA”.

The excited shout of Harry pulled him from his thoughts. He clapped slowly, although he didn’t get to see much of the routine, he was quite sure Harry nailed it. Otherwise he wouldn’t do the shout of excitement.

Joining him at the side, Harry sat down and took his skates off.

“I’m going to shower; would you maybe like to get a hot chocolate after?” Harry asked him, blushing slightly.

Not believing his luck, Harry never asked him such before, he always went home after their training session; he could feel himself nodding, forcing himself to say a simple yes.

“Great, I will see you at the bar than” with these words Harry walked towards the shower, leaving Draco alone.

After a few seconds, he went to the bar and ordered two hot chocolates with marshmallows on one of them, since he knew Harry adored those. He was determined not to screw this up, and then maybe maybe he could show Harry they could be more than just coach and pupil, moret han friends. Just maybe they could be partners for life.

So, when Harry joined him at the table, he smiled, handing him the hot chocolate with marshmallows and started to talk. Making sure to leave Harry blushing from time to time.

“Sorry about this, but I wanted to ensure I got a seat next to someone who wasn’t pre-pubescent.”

Harry looked up from his text book he was pretending to study. A hot blond was sliding into the bus seat next to him. Harry looked around. Almost every seat was empty.

“Er, sorry?”

“I just want to avoid the underclassmen. Sitting next to one of them is excruciating.” The boy shuddered.

Harry blinked and slowly covered his textbook with a jacket. The blond was too busy looking out the opposite window to notice. If he had, he would have seen the bold lettered “Algebra II” title in the corner. A painfully obvious underclassmen subject.

Harry could hear Hermione’s words echo in his head. “You look much older than you are, Harry,” She had said.

“But I’m taller!” Ron had pouted.

Hermione had waved her hand, “Yes, but you still have a baby face. Besides, he only looks a few years older.”

Harry checked his person, making sure nothing else would give him away. He was rather new to this school and didn’t want the upperclassmen to hate him just yet.

“Hm, I haven’t seen you before. Are you in my year?” The blond looked him up and down.

“Er, which year is that?”

“Year 12”

Harry was year 11. “Yeah.”

The boy smiled. Well, smirked. It made Harry’s neck heat up.

“Well, glad I’m meeting you now.” He practically purred. “The names Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.”

“Potter… Harry Potter.” Draco held out a hand and Harry awkwardly shook it.

“So, what class are you in?” He nodded towards the book, but his eyes never left Harry’s face.

“Oh, uh. Maths.”

“Which one?”

“Er.”

“Harr-!”

“Ron, shush!”

Harry looked up to see Hermione drag Ron to a seat in the back. She winked at him. He flushed.

Draco looked around at the exclamation, but sighed when he saw students start to pile on the bus. 

“Here they come." 

Harry nodded curtly, staring down at his lap. His face started to flush as he heard some of his friends excitedly chatting and clamoring towards the back. Soon the bus lurched, bumbling away down the suburban streets.

"So, how do you like the school?” Malfoy sounded curious, but was looking at his fingernails with a bored expression.

Harry chewed the inside of his cheek, thinking of a way to answer without giving anything away. “Er… It’s… Full of interesting people.”

Malfoy snorted, “Got that right. Sometimes too interesting for their own good if you ask me.”

Harry kept his head down, afraid that he might start transforming into a toddler before his every eyes. “You don’t like it here?”

“It’s fine…” Malfoy glanced at him. “What, you think I bite or something?”

“Huh?”

“You’re not looking at me.” Malfoy cocked an eyebrow.

“Oh, I get it. New kid is too good to talk to anyone. That’s fine, you can-”

“What? I’m- That’s not it!”

Harry shifted in his seat, trying to turn towards him.

“Whatever, Potter.” He sneered. The expression looked oddly at home on his face, like he’d done it more than a few times. He glanced down, as if trying to size him up for the first time, before something caught his eye. Suddenly, he was tugging Harry’s jacket towards him, revealing the maths book.

“You’re not in my grade!” He declared, making a few heads near them look their way. Harry felt embarrassment color his cheeks and pulled back at his jacket, covering the text book back up. 

He glared at the boy, “You’re point?”

“My point? You lied. See, this is exactly why I hate-”

“Well maybe if you didn’t have a bloody superiority complex I wouldn’t have needed to lie!” Harry snapped back, now ignoring the growing eavesdroppers. 

Malfoy opened him mouth to say something, but quickly clamped it shut. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat. The bus stopped, then quickly started forward once more.

They glared at each other in silence, before Malfoy suddenly looked past him out the window.

“Oh, brilliant. I missed my stop!” Malfoy quickly gathered his things, “Now I’ll have to bloody walk five blocks to get home.”

Harry rolled his eyes, gathering his own things as well. 

“What are you doing?”

“My stop is next.”

“…Brilliant.”

They both shuffled off the bus, standing in the cold, looking at each other with with half-hearted glares.

“I don’t have a superiority complex.” Malfoy defended himself.

“I think you do.”

“I don’t.”

“Prove it.” Harry challenged, thinking he would sooner walk away to his own house.

“… Fine.” Malfoy stuck his nose up in the air, walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction of his missed stop.

“What’re you doing?” Harry asked incredulously, watching him walk past.

“We’re going to your house. I’m proving to you I can hang out with an underclassman.” Malfoy turned and put a hand on his hip. “Well? We going to your place or not?”

Harry blinked, a grin forcing its way on his lips. “Okay.” He readjusted his bag as he matched Malfoy’s pace down the sidewalk. “But you can’t try to teach me maths and pretend you’re smarter than me.”

Malfoy scoffed, “Oh please. I wouldn’t have to pretend.”

Harry laughed, “Whatever you say, Malfoy.”

They ended up eating snacks and arguing about popular TV shows. Needless to say, after school hang outs became a regular thing.

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