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When Tom became the Minister of Magic, he thought he had finally achieved something that no Omega was able to do. He was able to transcend the barriers that Omegas would usually face and emerged victorious due to his intelligence, his charisma, and raw magical power. Now that he was in a position of power, it was finally time for him to take the next step to secure his future. He needed to meet the needs of his inner Omega and find his perfect Alpha.
Having access to all the profiles of the employees of the Ministry, he looked up the candidates. After doing extensive research for a year, he was able to narrow it down to several people. Out of those people, he made his choice and decided to meet the people he thought would not get along with him, just to get them out of the way. His first choice was a handsome man with untidy hair and bright green eyes, framed by unsteady glasses. The man looked familiar.
It didn’t occur to him who he was dealing with until he began courting him. Their first date took place at Hogsmeade. It was low key and home-like, meant to put both himself and his date in a neutral environment. He was the first to arrive and he made his order. When his date arrived, it finally dawned on him who his date was: one of the Heads of his Departments— Head Auror Harry Potter.
Upon a closer look, the man looked a bit rough around the edges, but he was still handsome. Those bright green eyes regarded him with wariness as Harry sat across from him. Tom was instantly attracted. There was fire in this one. He cherished the idea of playing with him. If memory served him right, they had only exchanged a few terse words during the few meetings he had with the other Department Heads a few times last year. Now, he was getting to know Harry personally.
Harry was the ideal Alpha, his voice firm as he addressed Tom, “What is this about, Minister Riddle? Is there something not up to your standards?” His smile was reserved, his fingers tapping the table impatiently.
Tom chuckled lightly. Why didn’t he notice Harry before? “It has come to my attention that you haven’t taken a partner. You are unmated. Is there a particular reason for this, Head Auror Potter? Or perhaps I should call you Harry now as we’re getting to know each other in the first step of this courting process?”
Harry deliberately paused, his eyes going wide in shock as he considered the Minister’s words. “You’re courting me? Don’t you think it’s a bit bold for an Omega, even such as yourself, to court a much older Alpha?”
Tom was very much aware that he was the youngest Minister ever elected. He laughed at Harry’s remark. “Well, I’ve been known to defy all sorts of stereotypes about Omegas. I am the first Omega ever elected in the Ministry.”
“Then let me be the first Alpha to turn you down. I’m not interested in relationships. I think the way we do things here with Alphas and Omegas is barbaric. I made a decision to not be involved in it as my way of standing up against it,” Harry said in the same firm tone, ever determined and resolute with his convictions.
“I understand that. Why do you think I became the Minister? Omegas are treated in two different ways: as breeders and whores. We’re more than our secondary gender. I think it’s a mistake that you would deny yourself the opportunity of having relationships as your way of not participating in the barbaric ways of the Alpha and Omega. Have there been other Omegas interested in being with you?”
Harry sighed deeply, letting his guard down at last. Tom smiled. “There are. I’ve been hesitant to be with them because I know it’s not out of love. It’s due to expectations, status, and everything else.”
The thought of other people interested in Harry made Tom very displeased. He made a mental note to make sure that Harry would only be interested in him and nobody else. He had already decided that with Harry being the ideal Alpha, with his strong convictions, and the powerful magic he felt emanating from him now, so strong and comforting, Tom needed to secure him as his mate right away. He would not let Harry go.
“Have they been aggressive in wanting to be your Omega despite your convictions? Have they been pressuring you?” Tom asked softly, leaning in close. Harry hesitated, frowning. He looked troubled. Tom reached out and gently held Harry’s hand. “Let me know, Harry, and I’ll make them go away.”
Harry glanced at his hand and then back at Tom. “I don’t want to be hard on them. They’ve been like a family to me. If I don’t take their daughter as my Omega, would I lose my best friends and my family too?”
Now Tom could fully understand. Harry was attached to them. Harry was expected to marry into the family. It didn’t sound like Harry was very much interested in their daughter to begin with. There was only one solution to this. He needed to take Harry for himself to save Harry from this family. He had already figured out which family this was—the Weasleys.
“Are they truly your family if they’re pressuring you to marry their daughter?” Tom asked gently, rubbing the knuckles of Harry’s hand. His hand had a firm grip. He had calluses on his fingers. Tom would love to brush this hand against his cheek. But he didn’t want to come on too strong just yet. “Surely they’d understand and let you be, would they?”
Harry paused again, his mouth a grim line. “I don’t know. The daughter has been making goo-goo eyes at me since Hogwarts. I think they have this idea of a perfect family, with my best friends Ron and Hermione being together and now with me getting with Ron’s sister.”
Tom nodded in sympathy. He didn’t have his own family, but he knew that people needed the structure of family to feel loved and cared for. Then he remembered from reading Harry’s file that Harry’s parents had died very early on and that was probably why Harry had become so attached to the Weasleys.
Their food finally arrived. It was time for them to eat. They spent the next thirty minutes savoring their meals. Tom wasn’t into the Italian meals of pasta, but he had to admire the way Harry was eating his meal with such vigor. He truly was the ideal Alpha, having a voracious hunger for all things that made life worthwhile.
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When Harry got the invite to go to dinner with the Minister of Magic, Harry had thought to attend it because it was important enough to call his attention. But when he arrived, Riddle went on about taking the first step to the courting process and he had to do a double take. Harry didn’t particularly like the Minister. From the past meetings with him, he had always felt like he was dealing with someone who used the politics of being an Omega to get people to side with him. The young Minister had a manipulative streak.
And now, the Minister was interested in courting him, an Alpha much older than him. Other people would be flattered. Minister Riddle was the ideal Omega with his long, slender figure and his soft yet charismatic disposition. It was a wonder that he didn’t have an Alpha as a mate yet. Perhaps that was why he had started courting Harry. He was looking for an Alpha to be with.
Unfortunately for Riddle, Harry had no intention of being with anyone. He also didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t exactly leave despite turning Riddle down because of that power imbalance between them. And then to make matters worse, Riddle had managed to get him to open up and explain why he was an unmated Alpha.
Then he saw another side to Riddle, a caring side as he gently held Harry’s hand and said that he understood Harry’s concerns and his convictions. Harry found himself confiding in him about his troubles with his life as an Alpha. For as long as he could remember, he had an extreme dislike for the Alpha and Omega ways of becoming a pair. It was never out of love. Ultimately, it was for reproduction and survival.
What he wanted was to be loved and have a family of his own. Yet with the Weasley family scaring away other prospective suitors, he was doomed to be mated to Ron’s little sister, Ginny Weasley. He’d been stalling them for years, telling them over and over again that he didn’t want to be tied down because of the way these things were done for an Alpha and Omega pair. It was barbaric. Animalistic.
When their food arrived, he finally shut his mouth and began to eat, though from the corner of his eye, he continued to watch his date. Riddle was refined and graceful, taking his time to eat the pasta, savoring each noodle, each meatball, and sipping the wine. He truly was the ideal Omega. Such beauty.
After they were finished with their food and that it was time for them to depart, Harry stood up and was about to head out. Riddle stood with him and reached out to him again, holding his hand and brushing his lips against his knuckles. “Will I see you for a second date, Harry?”
Harry hesitated. He meant what he said when he had turned him down. He didn’t want to be with anyone. How could he possibly find someone to love with the way society treated Alphas and Omegas? Despite his hesitation though, he found himself nodding and agreeing to the second date. He would turn him down again and make it clear to him.
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On their second date, Tom invited Harry to his house. It was a little mansion, something he had inherited from his dead family— after he had killed them, of course. Nobody could believe an Omega would be responsible for the murder of his family. He was just a poor, misunderstood Omega in the eyes of the public. He both subverted and utilized how society saw Omegas because perception was the way to navigate the world.
He had to prepare for this date, making their dinner. Then for what would happen next, he made his nest in his bedroom with the warmest and thickest blankets. This was the second date. Normally, they would take more time to get to know one another, but Tom and his inner Omega had already known that Harry was special and must be taken by him and him alone. When he heard the wards go off, he knew it was Harry and let him in his home.
When Harry arrived, he had to stop himself from licking his lips because Harry wasn’t dressed in his Ministry uniform robes. He was dressed in dark red leather robes that accentuated his athletic figure, honed from the many years of chasing and taking down Dark Wizards. Such an ideal Alpha. Harry was perfect for him. He greeted Harry with a smile and took his hand, leading him to the dining room.
Despite how small this mansion was, it was spacious where it counted. In the dining room, there was the long table lined with chairs. They could sit from opposite sides of the table, but that would be too awkward. Tom had made sure to tell the House elves to place Harry’s food next to him so that they were eating side by side, with Tom on the shorter end and Harry on the longer end, but still closer together so they could talk some more.
He could imagine filling the emptiness of these spacious rooms with their pups, their children, their own family, should Harry choose him to be his Omega. He would make sure that by the end of this dinner date, things would be to his favor. He told Harry to sit at his designated seat and wait for him. Harry sat down and the House elves appeared and served them their meals for today— steak, mashed potatoes, and broccoli with wine, of course.
Tom walked to his room, changed his clothes to wear his looser green robes to prepare for tonight. Then from his drawers, he took out a purple-colored potion. This would allow him to induce his heat. It would take thirty minutes for it to take effect. Despite Harry turning him down, he had sensed that their attraction was mutual. With Harry already attracted to him, this would make the potion more potent and make their union easier.
Tom returned, took his seat and carefully cut up his steak. He watched Harry eat his meal. He could see the brilliant fangs of an Alpha as Harry merely took a big bite of his steak and chewed it before swallowing down. Just watching him was making Tom aroused. He wouldn’t know for sure how they would get along, but he knew that he would make things work with him.
“I’m surprised that you would agree for a second date,” Tom said nonchalantly, smiling playfully at him. “I thought you wanted to turn me down. You’ve told me about your issues with the Weasley family and that you think the ways of the Alpha and Omega are barbaric, but what do you want? Do you want a family of your own?”
Harry sighed deeply. He was already done with half of the steak and the mashed potatoes. “I think I wanted a family of my own. I wanted to love someone and be loved in return. But nobody mates for those reasons. It’s all based on what’s practical. And that’s what I wanted to make clear with you. I know I agreed to this second date, but I just wanted to let you know where I stand.”
By now, thirty minutes had already passed. It was time.
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Harry knew something was wrong when he began to smell a strange scent permeating the room. It was becoming so thick and alluring. He saw that Tom had not moved or responded to him. He was resting his head on the table, panting heavily. No. Out of all the times, Riddle had started going into heat now.
This in turn triggered Harry’s rut.
“Harry…” Tom trailed off, his voice so sweet, soft and seductive, so much like the ideal Omega he was. His warm red eyes glittered with something like heat and lust. “Be my Alpha. Mate with me.”
Harry froze. No. This was what he’d been trying to avoid. He didn’t want to be with anyone like this. But his body was responding to the call of an unmated Omega and Tom was the ideal Omega, so perfect for him. With his ambition, his power, they would change the world and make things easier for Alphas and Omegas everywhere. That was what his inner Alpha had whispered so traitorously to him.
“Tom, we need to get you treated,” Harry said, trying to fight the sudden haze that was taking over his mind. His inner Alpha wanted to claim this Omega right now. Tom was ripe for the taking, clearly asking for it just now. “Do you have any heat suppressant potions? I can’t be your Alpha. I can’t!”
Tom stood up, his body shaking, and walked slowly, unsteadily towards Harry. “No. I don’t have the heat suppressants with me. Please Harry, will you take me? Please—“ He collapsed and would have fallen to the floor, but Harry had cast a spell to keep him in midair in time. Harry stood up and let Tom fall into his arms.
“I can’t,” Harry repeated, his voice a whisper, even as he took in the thick scent of this wonderful Omega. His arms wrapped around Tom possessively. “You’re not in your right mind. I’m not in my right mind. You don't want me. I’m old, wounded with scars from many duels and battles, and doomed to a marriage with another Omega because of familial obligations. Don’t make this complicated, Tom.”
“I want you,” Tom said, nuzzling his neck. “I’ve wanted you since the first date. Such strong ideals and powerful magic. Won’t we make a wonderful pair? It’s not love, but it will be in time. Harry…” He did something truly damning: he made a sound that was between a whimper and a croon, calling to his Alpha intimately.
“I…” Harry trailed off. “I can’t.” But he was holding his Omega in his arms, taking them upstairs. Tom directed them to the bedroom and Harry closed the door. There he saw was no ordinary bed. It was a nest made just for them. Harry settled him down on the nest and began to take off Tom’s robes. He only had his underwear. Harry’s mouth watered as he saw all of Tom’s body, his smooth chest, his soft creamy skin. He was perfect, so perfect for Harry.
With a spell, Tom made all of Harry’s clothes undo themselves and drop to the floor. He did the same with his underwear. Then he wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck and drew him in for a powerful kiss. Their lips met and tongues played, exchanging heat, wetness, and pleasure. Then Tom pulled back, smiling at him. “It’s alright, Harry. You don’t need to feel guilty. You’re not taking advantage of me. You’re taking what you deserve.”
Harry’s self control finally snapped. He kissed Tom hard this time and let himself be lost in the heat of his Omega and the passion of his rut. His kisses trailed down his neck, finding the particular spot where the claiming would take place. He hesitated again, gazing at his Omega. “Are you sure, Tom? Will you be my Omega?”
Those red eyes gleamed in triumph as Tom said, “Yes.”
Then Harry sank his teeth into the skin of Tom’s neck and claimed him at last. Tom let out a guttural moan as the wound bled. Harry licked the blood with his tongue and shuddered at how good Tom tasted. So sweet. The rest of him probably tasted the same. He wanted to find out.
Tom was trembling gently under him, letting out soft sighs as his lips trailed even lower and lavished the skin of his chest. His lips wrapped around a nipple and tugged gently, eliciting soft cries from his Omega. Harry could feel himself growing aroused. He never thought he would claim an Omega on his own like this. He thought he was doomed to mating with Ginny because he didn’t want to lose his family. But now, he wondered what was going to happen.
“Harry,” Tom whispered, bucking his hips and rubbing against him so enticingly. “You know that I could read minds. I never want you to think about that girl while we’re having our union. Do you understand?”
So demanding, his perfect Omega. Tom truly was nothing like a typical Omega. Harry chuckled and kissed the center of his chest. “Okay, Tom.” He continued on with his ministrations and wrapped his lips around his other nipple, pulling at the nub, wondering whether Tom would allow himself to be impregnated so that Harry could have his family, their own family, because it was rumored that Tom had grown as an orphan, mirroring Harry’s upbringing.
Tom rewarded him with more moans and soft sighs, wrapping his legs around Harry’s waist, their cocks rubbing against each other enticingly. Harry continued to tease him, imagining what it would be like to breed him, make his stomach round with their pups because that was what his inner Alpha wanted. He wanted to fuck him, breed him, and have a family. He didn’t know if Tom wanted that, if he followed his Omega instincts that closely.
“Harry,” Tom said patiently, drawing him into another kiss, and this kiss was so sweet, their tongues moving and dancing along each other, exploring one another as they opened to each other. “Take me now. I want you to take your Alpha cock out and fuck me with it. I can’t wait anymore.” His hands reached out and held Harry’s cock, teasing him to full hardness.
Harry chuckled and kissed his forehead. “Is that what you truly want, Tom? I want to take my time with you.” As he said this, his lips traveled down south, tracing the planes of Tom’s slender stomach, and eventually, ending up at Tom’s groin. There, his Omega cock, slightly smaller than Harry’s Alpha cock, dribbled with precome. Tom was just as aroused as Harry was. He couldn’t believe they were doing this. Was Tom telling the truth when he said he had wanted Harry since their first date?
Below Tom’s dribbling cock was his hole, already so wet and dripping with his slick. Harry pulled Tom’s legs apart and dove in for it, licking at his hole and tasting his slick. So sweet, like his blood, his skin— and maybe, his come would taste the same too. He licked at his cock to taste the precome and sighed deeply, relishing the taste. Tom tasted divine. “Do you want to do this, Tom? There is no turning back. I had already claimed you with the mating bite.”
“Yes,” Tom said, his voice low and seductive. “Do it, Harry.”
Harry kissed his hole and slid one finger inside him, preparing Tom to be fucked. He distracted Tom from the discomfort as he licked the head of his cock, taking the length into his mouth. A second finger slid inside and Tom quivered at the intrusion. This was probably Tom’s first time being fucked by a proper Alpha. Harry wanted enjoy him. He licked at the slit of the head, tasting the precome, and swallowed him whole, taking him deep into his throat.
Tom cried out and orgasmed immediately, spilling his seed into Harry’s mouth. More slick gushed out of his hole. Harry slid a third finger in and stretched him as far and as wide as he could. He licked all the slick off, fucking him with his tongue, making Tom cry out again. It made sense in his head that he wasn’t taking advantage of Tom in his heat, because Tom was enjoying this, wasn’t he? Then when Tom was ready, he replaced his fingers with his cock, already throbbing and twitching in need, and buried himself in his Omega.
For a while, there was silence, with them taking deep breaths as they adjusted to each other. Then Harry pulled back and pushed in again, gripping Tom’s hips hard, taking things slow. Tom wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist again and held him with his arms around his neck, scratching at his back, leaving trails of marks. Harry fucked him nice and slow, taking his time, and shuddering at how tight and hot Tom felt all around him, squeezing around his cock. As Harry fucked him, going faster now, he could feel the heat in his body building, pooling in his groin, the pressure almost too much now.
Then he could feel his knot swelling and he knew right there and then that he needed to knot his Omega. So he did. He slammed his cock into him and locked them down, the knot tying them together. Then he felt his orgasm taking over him, crashing into him like waves, his entire body shuddering as he poured his seed into his Omega.
At this exact moment, Tom pulled Harry into a ferocious kiss and sank his teeth into Harry’s neck, claiming him back in return. It was perfect. They both wanted each other. They were mated at last.
“You did so well, Tom,” Harry whispered. They were still tied together. Harry had to adjust their positions so that they were lying side by side. Eventually, his knot deflated and he pulled out of him, the come gushing out of his hole. “You’re so perfect for me.”
“I know,” Tom said with a rather devious smile. “My perfect Alpha.”
“My perfect Omega,” Harry whispered. He closed his eyes, his body relaxing, and finally went to sleep.
Tom kissed his forehead and joined him in his dreams.
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It was done.
Harry was Tom’s Alpha now. Harry was his.
It was ironic that he would have dismissed Harry since he initially thought they wouldn’t have gotten along, but they had a connection since that first date. They both didn’t want to be pigeonholed into their secondary genders as an Alpha and an Omega. He watched Harry now as he slept on, his fingers sinking into his hair and caressing his head.
Harry was so perfect, fucking him so thoroughly and knotting him yesterday. It was what Tom had wanted. His heat and Harry’s rut would last for a week. He had already let his people know that he would be away from work. As for Harry, well, he would let the cards fall where they would and see how things would go. For now, he was going to savor this and the mental connection they shared with each other.
He could sense Harry’s thoughts and emotions now. He didn’t need to use magic to read Harry’s mind. What Harry wanted was what any Alpha would want: to love, to protect, to care for, and be loved in return. Tom would come to love Harry in time. He sat up and examined his own body. On his hips were crescent marks, from the hard way Harry had gripped him last night. On his neck were two puncture wounds where Harry had bitten and claimed him.
He stretched his body, his arms, his back, and his legs. His body was so sore. He had never been fucked so thoroughly like this. Harry was a wonderful lover. Their room smelled like sex. He gazed at the sheets and saw the come that had stained them. Harry had wanted him. That much was clear. It didn’t matter what his convictions were. He just needed the right Omega. It certainly wasn’t that silly Weasley girl.
There was the sound of shifting sheets. Tom sensed the stirring thoughts of his Alpha and smiled. It was time for his perfect Alpha to wake up. He greeted his Alpha with a soft, chaste kiss. “Good morning, darling.”
Harry woke up, gazing at Tom as though he couldn’t recognize him. Tom frowned and sensed his thoughts again. Harry was seeing him, the rest of the events of yesterday coming back to him in full force. In Harry’s view, he had full control of himself, trying to be anything, but a typical Alpha, but in the end, he had fallen for his inner desires and succumbed to his Alpha side and had taken Tom in his most vulnerable state— during his heat.
The thoughts, the questions, the guilt, the shame, it all rushed back to him. How could he do this to the Minister? He had taken advantage of him during his heat. It didn’t matter what Tom had said. Harry knew that they both hadn’t been in their right minds, affected and compromised by their heat and their rut. It was horrible. It had felt so good to fuck him. And he had claimed Tom, didn’t he? What did Tom think of him now, after spouting all that nonsense about not wanting to be with anyone because of his convictions?
He was so ashamed. Harry gazed at him, saw how debauched he looked, with the dried come on his thighs and the sheets, with his marks on his hips, and even his lips looked a bit bruised now, from all the kissing they had done yesterday. How could Harry do this? Harry pulled away from Tom, getting up and putting on the minimum clothes necessary and then with his wand and with an astounding amount of magic, he broke through Tom’s wards and left him.
Tom just sat there, still processing Harry’s thoughts and emotions. Harry had just left him. No. He would not allow this. With magic, he cleaned himself up, though he would have wanted the come to remain with him for much longer. Then he tried to sense for Harry’s thoughts and emotions again to figure out where he had gone.
Harry would not escape him. They were bonded now.
From his thoughts, Harry was heading to a place no one would be able to find him, back in that place with the Dursleys because that was where Harry belonged, didn’t he? He was a dirty Alpha, always needing his rut suppressants because the Alpha was so strong in him, thriving in him even in the most disadvantaged circumstances. It was the only reason the Dursleys had feared him. He was the epitome of the perfect Alpha.
“Oh Harry,” Tom said sadly. He was beginning to understand now why Harry had these convictions. People feared Alphas because they were aggressive and territorial. Harry didn’t want others to fear him so he tried to be compliant and “nice”, letting others walk all over him just as the Weasley family had done with all the pressuring they had tried to do with him.
In reality, all Harry wanted was to assert his choice, that he didn’t want to be with Ginny and that he wanted his own family. He would have torn them all down, made them bleed and cry from his powerful magic alone. Tom couldn’t be happier with his choice in Harry. His Alpha had the self control, the discipline, the confidence of someone powerful, who could choose to hurt others, but decided he would not to.
Once he found Harry’s location, he Apparated there. With his Omega instincts, he let his scent linger, to calm and console his perfect Alpha. But he did not come closer to him, fearing that Harry would run away again.
So Harry was there, sitting by the doorstep of the Dursley’s home. It had begun to rain, soaking his shirt and the rest of his clothes, but Harry didn’t care. He held his face in his hands, shaking heavily. “What have I done?” he muttered to himself. Then louder, he finally addressed Tom, “How could you be with me after what I’ve done to you?”
Tom walked up to him and embraced him. There were many ways to turn this to his favor. He would do so now. “You didn’t take advantage of me, but I know that my words aren’t enough to convince you. So why don’t you take responsibility for this and be my Alpha now? Will you be my Alpha, Harry? We’re bonded now.”
Harry didn’t say anything for a while. Then he turned his head and kissed his Omega. “Okay, Tom.”
Tom smiled in the kiss, utterly triumphant. Harry was his now, his chosen. “Mine.”
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