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Tom Riddle walked into the Great Hall with his head held high. He had presented as alpha on his eighteenth birthday on during his seventh year, and he was proud of it. He did not show how all the strong new scents of the recently returned students was affecting him - all the others that had presented smelled awful, especially the other alphas, and was making him feel nauseous. He instead sat at the table and started loading his plate with his usual breakfast selection and he fully intended to eat it.

He had just taken a bite of his toast when he looked up to see if the others had waken up yet only to see seventh year and Quidditch Captain Harry Potter sweep into the Great Hall with the rest of the Quidditch team laughing. Going by the wind swept hair, they had just finished a practice session - no doubt Potter wanted to make the sure the team was in tip top shape. That wasn't unusual. What was unusual was the sudden thought of 'I wonder what he would look like pregnant.'

Impossible, of course. Males could only be alphas or betas while females could only be betas or omegas. However Tom had never been attracted to girls when everyone started their dating phases back in fifth year. He hadn't been attracted to anyone. And yet, here he was, staring at Harry Potter and imagining him swollen with his children.

Tom immediately averted his eyes back down to his plate and hoped nobody had caught his staring. He blamed it on his flood of new hormones. Everyone was expecting him to graduate, get a job at the ministry, and marry an omega. Thinking about getting another pregnant man pregnant was just a silly flight of fancy.

Then the other Slytherins made an entrance and Tom had to go on acting like he normally did.

As the day wore on, Tom couldn't get Harry Potter out of his head. It didn't help that the afternoon was a shared double potions with Gryffindor, either. And to top it all off, Slughorn's newest assignment was to create a new potion, and if it was accepted as possible and there was time to do it, then to attempt to brew and test it. It would be worth 50% of their final grade, and it would exclusively the only thing they would be working on for the next three months until it was time for NEWT revisions.

Tom's first thought was a pregnancy potion, but that wouldn't work on a male without the proper reproductive organs. He glanced at Potter who was whispering to his potion partner Ron Weasley, and then he wondered if an omega potion was possible instead. Potter had not presented yet. That could be the key requirement. 

While transfiguration and charms had proven to be impossible, using potions to achieve it could be possible. People had been trying to do that for centuries - that was how the pregnancy potion had come about though it only worked on women - but none of them had been him. He had been doing feats of impossible magic since he was six years old. Who was to say that he couldn't do this?

Inventing something like that would also make him rich. Right now, he would have to start not at the bottom of the ministry - his 'friendship' with Abraxas and Orion ensured it wasn't the bottom - but 'not at the bottom' was not enough. He didn't want to have to work as an assistant to a department head and suck up to others for years to start climbing the political scene. Having money and an impressive potion before he had graduated would definitely land him somewhere better.

Yet even if he made the potion, he would still need to get Harry Potter to take it. To agree to take it. Forcing another student to take an experimental potion would just land him in Azkaban, and everyone had known since fourth year that Harry was one of two people in their year to shake off the imperius curse.

Naturally Tom was the other.

That event was why Tom often watched Potter. However now that he was thinking about it, he wondered if he had started developing a crush back then. That would be the only thing that could explain his current obsession. That and his flood of new hormones.

Tom was self aware enough that he knew he was obsessed, but developing an obsession wasn't a common occurence for him. The first time it happened while at Hogwarts and it had been his quest to find the Chamber of Secrets, and the second time he sought out the fabled Room of Requirements. Then there was the iron control he had over the Slytherins, but that was more of a survival thing just like it was for the orphanage.

Since it wasn't a common occurrence, Tom wanted to indulg in it. There was nothing like the high of success from accomplishing something that nobody else had. Nobody had found the Chamber of Secrets - his predecessors had already known so that hadn't counted - and in all the times he had visited the Room of Requirements nobody else had been there which meant that he was the only one. Now he was seriously contemplating seducing Harry Potter into agreeing to be his omega just to impregnate him, and he saw no reason to stop himself from doing so.

However first he needed to come up with the theory. That meant researching fertility and pregnancy potions, and potions that could regenerate and create new organs. If he was going to make the first male omega, he wanted to decide on the anatomy himself.

Getting Harry Potter alone was exceptionally difficult. The Gryffindor was very popular, and he always had his two best friends Weasley and Granger with him. Weasley's younger sister was often hanging off of him as well, but Tom could tell that Potter wasn't interested in her as anything but a friend so he didn't feel the need to get rid of her. Now that he was paying very close attention to Potter, he could see that those green eyes tended to linger on other boys, not girls.

Tom had never thought to assign himself a sexuality - he had thought he was asexual for all these years. He still thought he was asexual for the most part. It was just Harry Potter he was interested in.

Harry Potter would no doubt present as an alpha when he turned eighteen. Despite his lithe build, everyone expected that. He had the charisma and confidence of an alpha, so it was inevitable.

However gay alphas or omegas were not socially acceptable. Omegas could get around it by finding an alpha that would take more than one omega, gay betas were fine, and there was no law stopping omegas or alphas from being gay but it was definitely discriminated against. Potter was a gay alpha and he most likely knew that, and that was why he only looked and allowed the youngest Weasley to cling to him like she did.

Tom could work with that, and he kept a close eye on Harry until he found him alone in the library almost a week later on Wednesday.

"You look frustrated," Tom said as he sat down at the library across from Harry Potter with a stack of books in his arms for his own potion research. The Gryffindor had an assortment of books scattered on the table around him, but the only thing they had in common was that they were potions. And his two sidekicks and fan girl were nowhere to be found. "Having trouble with Slughorn's assignment?"

Potter made a sound of frustration in the back of his throat. "Yes!" he quietly exclaimed, mindful of his volume because of the ever-listening Madame Pince. "Tomorrow is the next lesson and I don't even have an idea!" Then he appeared to notice Tom's selection of books. "Do you have one? Wait, of course you do, you are Tom Riddle."

Tom snorted with amusement. "Of course I do," he agreed. "I wouldn't mind helping you come up with an idea, though."

The Gryffindor suddenly looked wary, though he also appeared interested. "What's in it for you?"

"Nothing, just offering my help," Tom replied with a smile. It was the one that charmed the teacher into letting him check out books from the Restricted section for extra credit... Just so he could stay ahead of Granger who had a harder time gaining access to the restricted section but an easier time getting extra credit assignments. "If you don't want it, though..."

"I do!" Harry quickly said. "As long as there are no strings attached to it."

"You could do a billywig stinger based potion for flight," Tom suggested, then he reached out for the medical book that described various female reproductive organs. "You like flying after all."

"What are you working on?" Potter asked, then quickly corrected himself. "Erm, I don't want to steal your idea or anything, I'm just curious."

"I know you wouldn't, you are too kind," Tom said with a friendlier smile that usually made the girls that liked him blush. Potter didn't seem immune to it since he also blushed, though it was very faint. "I'm working on an omega potion."

"Omega potion?" Harry asked. "To make them more fertile or control their heats?"

Tom felt a flash of lust when Harry said 'control their heats,' since he momentarily imagined controlling an omega Harry's heats, but he quickly suppressed it. "No, to turn an unpresented male into an omega."

Potter blinked. "Isn't that impossible?"

"Of course not," Tom said. "It's just nobody has done it yet. It is theoretically possible - magic can grow organs and even give female betas male genitalia though they cannot impregnate other female betas or omegas - it just hasn't been done yet."

"Why do you want to make that potion?" Potter asked. "It sounds very difficult if nobody else has done it before."

"Medical sciences have progressed far more than they have since the last major attempt," Tom replied. "I have an idea that hasn't been attempted before." To have a male omega grow their own type of reproductive organ, not to attempt to build a vagina and uterus and stick it on a male. "That is why my books are all on biology rather than potions." And now it was time to change the subject. "Are you going to attempt the flight potion?"

"I have no idea where to make potions," Potter groaned. "Where would I start?"

"By looking up the property of Billywig stings, then you figure out what ingredients are compatible and can build on that," Tom replied. "I would suggest flying seahorse to add to it. You might want to look up the girding potion for endurance depending on if you want the potion to have someone temporarily grow wings or for them to fly on their own will."

Potter brightly smiled at Tom. "Thank you!" he chirped. "You are a life saver. Are you sure you are not interested in something?"

Tom tilted his head and he slowly looked Potter over, and he smirked with Potter nervously fidgeted with his fingers. "Maybe I just wanted to be friends?" he suggested. "Befriending anyone in your house has been notoriously difficult for me."

"Why?"

"Why would I want to be friends or why has it been difficult?"

"Oh... erm... I meant the first but now I'm wondering about the second," Potter admitted.

Tom smiled at Harry just to see him blush and glance away for a brief moment. "Well, I don't mean to be insulting but Granger's constant ranting about our grade rivalry has kept you from getting to know me, right?"

Harry hesitated, then he shrugged.

"Exactly that, but she wasn't here today and you looked like you needed some help so I thought I would help out is all," Tom smoothly explained. "I don't dislike her, but she dislikes me so I hadn't tried to approach before."

"Oh... So you want to be friends?" Potter asked.

"Indeed," Tom said with another charming smile. "Plus I have tutored many people and never asked for anything in return, so I don't know why you think I have an ulterior motive."

"Sorry," Potter apologized with a chagrined expression. "You are right. I'd love to be friends with you. I am just used to people like Malfoy who insult Hermione and only do things if there is something to gain."

Tom dismissively waved a hand. "It's fine, Potter. Or can I call you Harry?"

"Yeah," Harry said with a bright smile. "Can I call you Tom?"

"Of course," Tom said, then he stood and began gathering up his books. "I need to start my first draft of the paper so I'm going to check out these books. I'll see you around, Harry."

"See you around, Tom!"

Tom left the library pleased after planting the idea of an omega potion into Harry's mind and charming him into a small crush. He couldn't openly date Harry, not without ruining his own reputation, but having Harry act like he had a crush on Tom in public? 

Harry wore his emotions on his sleeves. The Gryffindor would ruin his own reputation, and Tom would be there for Harry when all his friends abandoned him. All Tom would have to do was subtly coax that small crush into a larger one by acting friendly.

"This is a very ambitious project," Slughorn hedged when Tom asked to speak to him about his theory after class. Slughorn hadn't read the papers he had collected yet, so Tom had just finished explaining what he wanted to do for his final. "You are talking about something that could easily earn people a mastery. I don't know if I should let you continue it or not. Failing would affect your grade."

"Slytherins are ambitious and I want something to my name when I enter the ministry, sir," Tom smoothly explained. "I believe I can do it."

"Yes, but twenty five percent of the grade has to do with testing it," Slughorn said. "You have nobody to test it on!"

"I will not name any names, but I am fairly confident I know a few that would be willing," Tom said, then he leaned in to whisper. "The boys that are afraid of becoming gay alphas, sir." He resumed a normal tone of voice. "They can consent at seventeen since they are adults and don't present until eighteen so there is time."

Slughorn hummed and rubbed his chin. "It would be quite the accomplishment," he acknowledged. "And you are in the right age group for that. You just recently presented, didn't you?"

"Yes sir."

Slughorn sharply looked at Tom, and Tom picked up how he was wondering it Tom was gay since he was broadcasting it so loudly. "Very well, but there will need to be a magical contract signed between you and your... tester," he acceded, obviously dismissing the thought. "And there will be no testing without my oversight!"

"Yes sir," Tom agreed with a satisfied smile. 

"Tom!" Harry called out after DADA class. It was Tuesday of the following week after they first met in the library, and Harry was approaching him at the end of the shared DADA class. The hallway still had a few lingering students, and Harry didn't notice how a couple of them paused to listen in though Tom did. "Your suggestion worked! Slughorn accepted my first draft!"

"That's good," Tom said with a friendly smile. Harry would have found out about it during Monday's single potion class which was normally reserved for theory (Thursdays were double), but he probably hadn't been able to shake Granger to talk to him about it until now. DADA was the only class neither he nor Granger were the top student in - that honor went to Harry who seemed to have a natural ability for it - but Tom was in second. Granger was most likely still inside talking to the teacher for any extra credit assignments she could get or was asking questions, and since Weasley and her were dating, he was most likely by her. "I hope it works out for you."

"Yeah, me too," Harry said, then nervously laughed as he raked his hair back with his fingers. "So want to go with me to Hogsmeade this weekend? I mean, I owe you, so I thought I could get you lunch or something."

"The way you asked almost sounds like a date," Tom playfully teased for their listening audience, and Harry flushed with embarrassment. However, before he could deny it Tom continued. "I would accept, however I already have plans for this weekend. How about the next visit?"

"Sounds good," Harry agreed. "As friends!"

"Of course," Tom agreed, then smiled at Harry so that he would blush again. "I was just teasing you, Harry."

"O-oh, yeah," Harry stammered. "Well, thanks again for the help with the potion assignment."

"Any time, Harry," Tom replied, still smiling, then noticed Granger and Weasley coming up behind Harry. "I look forward to our Hogsmeade trip."

"Yeah, me too!" Harry said.

"What was that about?!" Tom heard Ron ask as he walked away. "Why are you going to Hogsmeade with him?!"

"Oh, uhm, we became friends?" Harry hesitatnly replied. "He helped me with potions."

"I would have helped you!" Hermione loudly exclaimed. "You shouldn't have..."

Tom was too far to continue to eavesdrop, but he inwardly smiled since he got the desired results he was looking for. An argument over him between the trio.

Tom knew Harry wouldn't approach him immediately after the argument with his friends, so Tom went to him first. He caught Harry outside the Quidditch locker room after the third game of the season and smiled. "Congratulations on the win," he told Harry as Harry exited the room with Ron Weasley. Weasley made a face but didn't interrupt him. "I was wondering if you have a few minutes?"

"Mate, you can't!" Weasley 'quietly' hissed. "He's a snake and there are those rumors!"

"It's fine, Ron, I told you we were friends," Harry dismissed. "That's all."

"What rumors?" Tom asked, tilting his head curiously, and the male members of the team surrounding Harry went quiet. The female locker room was on the opposite side of the stadium which meant there was no Ginevra Weasley. "Are you talking about the ones where people are wondering if we are dating?"

Harry nervously laughed and nodded. "Yeah, but nobody really believes them," he replied. "Go on ahead guys."

"If anyone sees you the rumors will get worse," Weasley argued as the team hesitated. "Just ignore him, mate."

"We can just chat here," Tom suggested with a smile. "I ignored the rumors so you should, too."

Harry hesitated, then he nodded an agreement. "Nobody will see us here and it won't be long right, Tom?"

"Fifteen minutes or so," Tom said. "Not long enough to get into trouble or anything."

"Come on, let's go," one of the seekers - a fourth year - sighed. "He will be fine."

"Fine," Weasley grumbled, then he gestured to his eyes and pointed two fingers in a V formation at Tom. "But I'm watching you. Harry might trust you but I don't. I know you are up to something."

Tom rolled his eyes at Weasley. "Yes, because I'm an evil snake," he deadpanned. "Watch me all you'd like, I'll not harm Harry."

"Just go, Ron," Harry huffed. "And don't tell Hermione!"

"Yeah, yeah," Ron grumbled again before he began walking away with the rest of the team following. "Fifteen minutes!"

Tom and Harry watched the others until they got to the castle, then he turned to apologetically smile at the Gryffindor. "Sorry, is our friendship causing problems?" he asked. 

"Not really," Harry lied with a shrug. It had been. Just as Tom had hoped, there had been whispers for nearly a week about Harry asking Tom out to Hogsmeade but getting turned down. "Ron is just upset is all. He really doesn't like Malfoy."

"The feeling is mutual on Abraxas' behalf," Tom said. "I wanted to ask if you were still up for next Hogsmeade. I understand if you are not."

"I'm fine," Harry said with a shake of his head, then he gave Tom a crooked smile that Tom thought looked rather fetching on the green-eyed boy. "I don't care about rumors anyway."

"Me either," Tom amicably laughed. "If I tried to live my life by the rumors going about, I'd have dated half the girls in the school and a couple teachers besides."

"Have you?"

"Have I what?"

"Erm... Have you dated girls?"

Tom tilted his head a little to look at Harry, and Harry blushed and glanced away. "No," he answered before Harry could open his mouth to no doubt retract the question. "I planned to keep myself chaste until I found my omega. Or barring that, marry an omega for political reasons around the age of twenty five."

"Why twenty five?" Harry asked next as he looked back up at Tom. "And what kind of omega are you looking for?"

Tom gave Harry a charming smile and Harry blushed again but acted like he didn't notice it. "Twenty five is when the political career starts taking off," he explained. "As to what kind of omega? I don't know. I figured I would know when I meet them."

"But if you don't date, how would you ever meet them?"

Tom moved closer to Harry and leaned in. "Do you want to know a secret, Harry?" he asked in a low voice almost directly into Harry's ear. He was paying attention, so he noticed how the hair on Harry's neck rose and how the Gryffindor visibly repressed a shiver as he nodded. "Ever since I presented, I have not liked the scent of any of the omegas in the school. I think I've always known subconsciously that they were not compatible with me."

Harry swallowed hard. "What about the omega potion?" he whispered. "Are you... going to use that?"

Tom chuckled and pulled back. "It will only work on one who hasn't presented," he explained with a wink. "That's one of the secrets behind my potion that I believe will make it work. It will have to be taken between seventeen and eighteen when the body is flooded with hormones but hasn't chosen a designation yet. Don't tell anyone, hm?"

"I won't," Harry replied as he nervously smiled. "How are you going to test it for the grade?"

"I'm hoping to find a volunteer," Tom replied. "I know a couple of gay students who haven't presented yet that might be interested. Mind, I'll not name any names, but they are hoping they won't become alphas." A position Harry was no doubt in. "Professor Slughorn will require a magical contract to be drawn up and everything so that nobody can dispute that my tester was unwilling."

"Oh," Harry said. "That's smart."

"Yeah," Tom agreed. "Well you better be off before Weasley mounts a search party," he laughed. "Or worse - tells Granger that you are fraternizing with the enemy."

Harry paled and nodded. "Alright, I'll see you around, Tom!" he called out, then turned to run off.

Tom watched Harry leave - specifically his bubble butt - and once Harry was gone he smiled. He was perhaps giving Harry too much information about his omega potion - if Harry told anyone about the inside details they could try to formulate their own concoction. However he was sure that Harry wouldn't tell anyone. Not with how the little crush was developing. Harry should instead start thinking about becoming one of Tom's testers. 

Tom didn't need legilimency to manipulate Harry's thought process. Simple minds were wonderful in their own way.

"Very good, Tom," Slughorn praised nearly a month after Tom first put forth his theory. He had just presented the first draft of brewing along with his thought process on why it would work and Slughorn looked impressed. "However why the pig and reptile parts?"

"Pig organs are compatible with humans and reptiles would boost the pleasure for the omega and helps with a heat cycle," Tom explained. "One cannot definitively measure pleasure, however omegas are said to have a more intense reaction during their heats. I am trying to mimic that to the best of my ability, and since human parts are illegal, I am left trying to decide using animal parts. Pigs are also more prolific than monkeys, and fertility is a very important part of being an omega."

"Ah, I see, I see," Slughorn said with a nod. "Still, why the anaconda specifically?"

"They have intense mating frenzies while pigs don't," Tom said. It was all in the paper he had written, but he was still answering it with patience. He knew that Slughorn wanted to hear thought processes out loud. "They last for two to four weeks, and one female can attract many males in that period. However the tranformative properties of the mandrake in the potion should lessen that considerably. I'm hoping you can tell me what ratio can achieve five days like a normal heat cycle should last so that I can continue to build on the base."

"I would be delighted to assist," Slughorn said with a delighted smile. Tom knew he would be. Tom honestly didn't need his help, but it would be another thing he would be able to boast about in the future and the help would help cut corners. Tom didn't have the time for trial and error experimentation, and they both knew it. "This is where your arithmancy classes would normally come into play..."

Tom had been forming friendships with other boys in sixth and seventh year he was pretty sure were gay between the time that he had met with Harry outside the locker room and the Hogsmeade weekend they had agreed to meet up in. It would be a good backup plan to have in case his maneuvering with Harry took longer than expected, and it also drew Harry's eyes to him when he was seen talking to other boys. 

However it also had the side effect of stirring the rumor mill into thinking he was gay. It was fine, though. In a few more weeks Tom's project would be announced, and people would understand that it was for his final grade.

"Hi Tom!" Harry greeted as they met in the entrance hall. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting?"

"Just a couple minutes," Tom said with a teasing smile. "Shall we? I skipped breakfast so I am famished."

"Oh, sure!" Harry replied, then they turned to walk out the castle and towards the carriages. "Ron and Hermione are going to meet up with me after. You can join us if you want?"

"I don't think they would appreciate it," Tom said dryly, then he shook his head. "I was hoping we would be able to wander about for a bit, but it's okay. I'll find someone else or just go back to the castle instead."

"Sorry," Harry said looking chagrined. "I didn't think about that."

"No need to apologize, Harry," Tom soothed. "You have friends outside of me and that is fine."

Harry pursed is lips in thought for a couple seconds then shook his head no. "I hang out with them all the time," he said, then he gave Tom a smile. "I can spend today with you."

"Are you sure?" Tom asked, adding a bit of uncertainty to his voice. "I don't want to cause problems."

"It's fine," Harry said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "They will understand."

Tom doubted it, but that was fine. He wanted the rift between the three to grow. And if he got to spend the day with Harry, that was even better. Tom's reputation was being tarnished at the moment, but it would reverse and Harry's would come crashing down in a few more weeks. It was all going to plan.

"Today, we announce what everyone's project is," Slughorn grandiosely declared three weeks later. "When I call your name, come to the front, tell everyone what you are working on, then give a summary of what it will do if it is brewed correctly."

Slughorn called students up one by one. Tom didn't pay attention to most, but he did turn attentive when Granger got to the front. She had no doubt come up with something impressive.

"I have named my potion 'The Study Elixir.'" Or perhaps not. "It will help improve long term memory, and if done correctly, might even help people with regular memory problems and dementia."

"Thank you Miss Granger," Slughorn cut in before Granger could go on one of the long winded speeches she was known for. "Next we have Daphne Greengrass."

Tom paid only partial attention until Harry was called, then he watched the boy move to the front of the class.

"I'm making a Flight Potion," Harry declared. "It will temporarily give the user wings and strengthen their stamina so they can use it."

After that, Harry went back to his seat with a blush - it was one of the lesser impressive potions that had been presented - then eventually it was Tom's turn. He moved to the front of the class.

"I am creating an Omega Potion," he said, and everyone sat stunned. "It is meant for men who have not presented yet to take. It will form fully functional reproductive organs and create heat-like symptoms for the fertility cycle."

That made everyone start to whisper.

"Quiet down, quiet down," Slughorn ordered. "Thank you, Mr. Riddle. Zacharias Smith!"

"Is that why you have been hanging around people like Boot?" Abraxas whispered once Tom had taken his seat.

The blond had been slowly distancing himself along with the others for the past few weeks, however now he was apparently acting as spokes person.

"I was looking for testers," Tom quietly drawled as he gave the others a cold look. "Why else?"

They all looked away in shame, and Tom inwardly grinned. They should not have abandoned him, but he had expected that. Now they would need to spend months making it up to him, and he planned to use it to get a better starting position in the ministry. Maybe even a head position in a sub-department.

"Sorry, Tom," Daphne mumbled, the first to break. "I thought you were gay."

Tom snorted. "Of course not, I have higher aspirations than that," he disdainfully whispered. "Pay attention to class. I will not have you all lost us points for gossiping."

And like little ducklings, they all fell into line once more.

By day three after everyone mentioned their potions, Tom was popular once more but all of the boys he had been chatting with were now being shunned. It was like most of the unpresented seventeen year olds that Tom had associated with for the past five weeks were confirmed gay. Not all of them were - most actually had been more along the lines of bisexual or bi-curious - but it still caused a rather large rift in the school as people tried to figure out who was gay and who was not.

Out of all of the contacts he had made, the first one to break was a Gryffindor... Just not the Gryffindor Tom had wanted.

"Tom Riddle, can I be one of your testers?" Collin Creevey wrote on a note that he passed when he found Tom in the library.

Tom looked up at Creevey, studied his eyes to see how serious he was, and saw someone on the cusp of breaking. "I will be back," he told the others as he stood up. "I have something to take care of."

Creevey followed him out of the library, and they went to an empty classroom nearby.

"Please, Tom," Creevey begged. He didn't like the younger boy using his first name, but he was a muggleborn and didn't know any better so Tom ignored it for the greater purpose of testing his potion. "I don't want to risk presenting as an alpha! I'm the oldest in my family so the chances are higher for me than it is my little brother."

"You realize there are no legal precedents set for male omegas, right?" Tom asked. It was one of the first of several questions that Slughorn had written down that he needed to talk about. "I plan to go into the ministry after graduation to change that, but if you are a test subject and it succeeds, you will be in a grey legal limbo for up to years."

"What does that mean?"

A semi-intelligent question. "That means that you won't have the same protections as other omegas at first," he said. "If you spend your heat with an alpha and they decide to leave you rather than marry you, then you have no legal recourse to sue for a mating bite. Your child might not get child support. You might not be allowed to claim rape if you are raped. All of those things protecting female omegas may not apply to you since most of those laws use the term female. The wording on them will need to be amended, and that is what I will work to fight for."

"Oh," Creevey said, suddenly looking uncertain. "But you would protect us?"

"I would have to," Tom said. It was another thing that would be in the contract. "If I plan to release a potion like this into the public, I will need to take responsibility for it. However I already have some political power and the Black and Malfoy families might join my cause. If they do, then it will be a huge boost for support."

Creevey perked up. "Oh, that sounds okay then," he said. "What else?"

Tom inwardly sighed then started going over everything. Physical changes - outwardly none except a slight softening of facial features and the ability to grow breasts once pregnant and inwardly new organs with heats - and which legal rights with gender neutral pronouns could be argued to apply to him if the potion succeeded. He also mentioned the magical contract that would bind Tom to his own responsibilities while it would release Tom of any wrongdoing that may occur during or after the change.

"Do you think it would make my friends talk to me again?" Creevey asked. "Everyone knows I'm gay now so nobody will talk to me."

"I don't know," Tom honestly replied. "If not, you can always make new friends."

"Will there be anyone else to test the potion?"

"No, I am only allowed one tester and Professor Slughorn is helping me screen any applicants. However I am still in the final steps of creating the potion. It may be moot if it doesn't get past the initial tests."

"Everyone knows you are the best student, so I'm sure you will succeed."

On day four, Tom was pissed off. Harry Potter had been ostracized by everyone but his two friends, but suddenly he and Ginevra Weasley were 'dating' and he was accepted into the herd once again. Worse, Harry wouldn't even look at him or wave anymore. Then he got a summons to Dumbledore's office, and he was forced to go though he did ask Professor Slughorn to join him.

"Tom, do you believe this potion is wise?" the headmaster asked as he peered at Tom with his blue eyes. "It is already causing problems within the school. If it succeeds, it will cause problems within the wizarding world."

"Only in backwater countries like England where being gay is considered taboo," Tom snorted. "I have already discussed the legal ramifications with Professor Slughorn and have studied the laws myself, sir. I plan to advocate for male omega rights once I leave the school."

"Yes, yes, so I was told," Dumbledore replied, looking like he had swallowed a lemon. Tom had no doubt it was because he couldn't detect a lie since Tom was not lying at all. "Why would you pick such a controversial potion, my boy?"

"People have been trying it for centuries, sir," Tom pointed out. "It would neatly wrap up the gay alpha problem. Gay omegas can take care of it by finding an alpha willing to join them in a polyamorous relationship - a heat demands a knot so the alpha could be satisfied in that way, and it isn't a problem if one or both are females are bi rather than full lesbian - but alphas have never had a work around. Having an omega male could satisfy both men in that kind of relationship, and since there would be reproduction and the ability to make a claiming bite, marriage laws should apply. All it would take is amending the gender pronouns in laws."

"The old families-"

"Are the ones most oppressed," Tom impatiently cut in, still in a bad mood because Harry started dating the Weasley girl and Dumbledore making it worse with his interrogation. "It was because of the sixth century muggle buggery law that it even happened in the first place, sir. Muggleborns continue to bring that prejudice into the wizarding world - and no, I am not saying anything negative against them, it is the truth - and it just keeps reinforcing the idea that gay alphas are an abomination because they cannot conceive children even though they do not say the same thing about two male betas simply because they cannot perform claiming bites due to their beta status."

Only alphas and omegas had the mating glands after all, and they were only compatible with the opposite.

"Surely you can switch to a different potion?"

"There is no time for that any longer, Albus," Professor Slughorn said for Tom. "If he fails the class, he won't be allowed to take his NEWTs. I refuse to allow my star student fail like that."

Dumbledore's mustache bristled as he pursed his lips, then he nodded. "Well, the chances of success are almost nil so I suppose I can let it go," he said. "I trust you to take the safety of the students into consideration when you screen the testers, Horace."

In other words, don't use anyone with strong political connections that could sue the school. Tom sighed since it looked like he might have to use Creevey, what with Harry disrupting his plans like he had.

"Harry, you have been ignoring me," Tom said when he caught Harry in the hallways alone after curfew one night a nine days after the potions were declared. "Why are you out tonight?"

Harry held up a slip and didn't meet Tom's eyes. "I had detention tonight, I'm returning to the tower now," Harry said, not addressing the first part of what Tom said at all. 

"I will escort you," Tom offered as he fell into step next to Harry, but Harry stopped and glared at him. "What?"

"You know what!" Harry hissed. "Everyone thought I was gay because of you! That was why you were trying to be friends with me, for your potion!"

"Of course not," Tom said, frowning and affecting confusion. "I started talking to you weeks before I started screening for testers. Why are you mad? I still see you with Weasley and Granger all the time."

Harry's glare lessened. "You weren't trying to get me to be a tester?"

"Of course not," Tom scoffed. "I'm hurt. Who told you that?"

"Nobody," Harry quickly lied, then he looked away in shame. That meant that it was either Weasley or Granger, or both. "I'm sorry. I started dating anyway so it's all fine. I didn't mean to... I shouldn't have thought like that about you. You have only been nice to me."

Tom sighed and raked his fingers through his hair like he was upset. "Let's just get you to your tower," he curtly replied. "Come on."

They silently walked to the Gryffindor tower, and one they were in front of the portrait, Harry guiltily made eye contact again. "I'm really sorry, Tom," he said again. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Can we still be friends?"

Tom pursed his lips like he was debating if he should believe Harry or not. "You know it is people like Granger who is most against my potion," he said. "And it isn't just about me, either. It's prejudice from the muggle world. And before you go saying I'm a bigot - I was born and raised in the muggle world. There are good things and bad things to it. The discrimination against gay people is one of the bad thing. Maybe Granger is against my potion because it's me, or maybe it's because she thinks gay alphas are against the natural order of things even though there are even gay animals in the world. Perhaps it's both. But I don't think I can really be friends with someone who thinks the potion I am making is something to be ashamed of because that is prejudice and bigotry in one."

Harry peered up at Tom. "Are... are you gay, Tom?" he quietly asked. "Is that why you made this potion?"

Tom shrugged. "Does it matter if I am or if I am not?" he asked in return. "I believe in equality. Why are only betas allowed to be gay? Why are alphas allowed to take multiple omegas but omegas are only allowed one alpha? I've already signed a contract saying I plan to advocate for male omegas. It will be my first political achievement if everything goes well. However it's people like you that I have to convince that what I am doing is right even though I shouldn't have to convince anyone at all. It should be up to two consenting adults what they want, not the government or the public opinion."

"You are right," Harry said, looking away in shame. "I never even realized it was like that. I'm sorry."

Tom deliberately sagged his shoulders like a weight had been lifted off of him. "It's okay, Harry," he sighed. "I get it. However I think we should just avoid each other unless you can get Granger and Weasley to be okay with the potion. Otherwise this will just happen again, and I don't need this kind of drama in my life."

"I understand," Harry said, sagging with defeat. "I'll... talk to them. Make them come around. I think Ron should be easy... but Hermione hates it so I don't know."

"She's a beta so she can be whatever she wants," Tom said. "It's easy for her to decide on an opinion then believe she is right. Anyway, I have to continue my patrols. Have a good night, Harry."

"Goodnight, Tom," Harry morosely said as Tom turned away. "I'll do my best to change all the Gryffindor's opinions about the potion."

Tom looked back over his shoulder to give Harry a small smile. "Thank you."

His plans for Harry Potter had been terribly disrupted, however Tom was good at adjusting his plans. He just needed to make sure that the potion would work on Creevey - the person he and Slughorn had both judged the best candidate since he was a muggleborn, he was seventeen, and he had no political weight behind him except what Tom would provide. After that, he would get Harry to agree to be his omega one way or another.

The first few batches were tested on magical alpha-to-be mice - young mice that had been deliberately created and bred decades ago by an American magical lab specifically for testing purposes that had not sexually matured yet. The first mutated them in grotesque ways, and none of them survived it. The second one had a couple survivors, however diagnosing charms showed that their insides were scrambled up so they only had weeks to live. The third batch turned fur into scales and gave them an appetite for each other's flesh. Then the fourth one was a success.

"Well done, my boy!" Slughorn exuberantly cheered once they used spells to thoroughly test the three mice that had taken the potion. The transformation was permanent, they were fertile, the organs were where they should be, and it hadn't affected their longevity or their health. "I suspected that there had not been enough lacewing flies, but your idea to powder them then measure them properly was genius!"

"Thank you, sir," Tom said, flushed with pleasure. "I could not have done this without your help."

It was just in time, too. The potion took five days to brew, and the presentation was in three days. He just needed to make sure Creevey did not get cold feet at the last minute since he would need to drink the potion in front of the class.

There was a team of Saint Mungo Healers that showed up on presentation day - a last minute arrangement made by Dumbledore to ensure that Creevey would survive. It was a good thing they were there since a couple of the students ended up hospitalizing themselves when they took their potions despite all signs saying that it would not work. Since they were adults, Slughorn could not stop them from making such a stupid decision. And the testing was done in alphabetical order... Except for Tom's who was to be done last.

Granger's potion garnered attention from the healers since it was a success, and while Harry was able to sprout wings, they were not large enough to sustain flight according to the healers and Slughorn. He still got a 90% grade for having a sound theory, brewing it correctly (even if the ingredient measurements that Harry had come up with were slightly wrong, resulting in the smaller wingspan), and having it work. Weasley's potion was a complete failure - it didn't even leave the theory stage - so he was one among several that wouldn't be able to take the NEWTs at all.

"It's a relief," Ron was saying out loud about it to Harry after Harry's presentation. "I never wanted to take this to NEWTs but Hermione made me."

"If you had just tried harder, Ron!"

"Leave off, woman!" he whined back at Hermione. "I tried and I couldn't figure it out! And Sluggy would have known if you had helped me. I don't need potion NEWTs to become a Cannon keeper anyway."

When Tom's turn finally came, he went to retrieve Creevey from Slughorn's office and returned with him. While he did, Slughorn lectured the class to not give the tester any grief or their grade would automatically be deducted by 15%, so when Creevey timidly walked behind Tom, there wasn't a jeer or a sneer to be seen. Not even from Granger who had been taking every opportunity to sneer at Tom that she could.

"Since there is very little external changes, the healers are here to do a thorough medical examination on Mr. Creevey after he takes the potion," Slughorn said as Tom handed the blond Gryffindor the potion. "This is going to be part of history, so pay close attention."

Creevey nervously looked around the room as he uncorked the potion, but again there were no faces made at him. He took a deep breath, and just as Tom was beginning to grow impatient, he drank it. He set the empty vial down on the table with a surprised, then he shrugged.

"Huh, tasted like chicken."

That made the class chuckle, and the healers swept in to cast their spells. When they finished, they gathered to the side to hold a whispered conversation. Finally an elderly female spoke up. 

"We are fairly sure he will develop the organs you presented in your reports on his eighteenth birthday," she declared. "Of course nothing is certain until he presents, however already there are dormant mammary glands forming, testosterone levels have lessened, and estrogen has increased. We now require Mr. Creevey to visit St. Mungos every month for the next year."

Tom's head whiplashed to her. "There was nothing about that in any of the contracts I have signed," he said. "Who will pay for it?"

"The wizengamot held an emergency meeting last night and requested the director of the hospital to attend," she explained. Tom mentally hissed at Dumbledore since it had his paw prints all over it. "This has the potential to cause a lot of upheaval in our society, so the ministry wants to keep a close eye on what is happening. At the moment, there are legal protections being put into place that will prevent anyone from forcing an alpha to become an omega. One of those protections might be that only St. Mungos will be able to administer the potion."

"It's my potion," Tom said. "I have already patented it."

"And you will be paid for it if it becomes legalized," the healer patiently explained. "However there are procedures that must be followed to legalize it. This is one of them. Wasn't this explained to you?"

"No," Tom said in a short tone. "Especially if it only happened last night."

"The headmaster probably got busy," Slughorn said, trying to excuse Dumbledore. "I'm sure he planned to have a meeting with Tom and I in the next day or two."

Never had Tom hated Dumbledore so much. This meant that he would need to administer the potion to Harry before any laws were put into place about his potion. Dumbledore was no doubt attempting to delay his potion for years if possible. 'Until proper protections for male omegas are put into place.'

A week later, Harry approached him while he was furiously going through laws with Orion and Abraxas' assistance. At the moment, Abraxas was among the shelves looking for another legal book that had been apparently been shelved incorrectly, and Orion was taking a break having lunch so Tom appeared to be alone.

"I'm no longer friends with Hermione and Ron," Harry confessed in a depressed voice. "We had a huge row last night. We were already arguing for weeks about your potion, but..." Harry shrugged. "What are you doing?"

"Going through laws to try to put a stop to some of the things the Wizengamot is trying to do about my potion," he said. "There is a sect trying to block it."

Dumbledore's party, to be more specific. As Chief Wizengamot, Dumbledore was supposed to be politically neutral, however according to Abraxas and Orion, the ones trying to block or slow it down were Dumbledore's political allies in the past.

"Why would they do that?"

"They are trying to say that there should be legal protections put into place for male omegas before it becomes legal," Tom explained, then he paused to give Harry a tired smile. "Which I would normally agree with, however it could take years if it happens at all. They are doing this as delay tactics, not to protect anyone. If they wanted to protect them, then they would be advocating to have the wording of things changed as soon as possible. With this tactic, they are putting Mr. Creevey at risk of abuse."

Harry's mouth formed into a O of shock, then he shook his head. "Can I help you?" he asked as he sat down at the table. "I know how to read some legalese because of Hermione. I'm slow, though."

Tom paused to give Harry a look like he was considering it. They weren't supposed to be friends again, after all. "I already have Abraxas helped me - he's gone to look for a book," Tom explained. "Orion is having a lunch break, though. He skipped breakfast with me so he is hungry."

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Not really, I had an apple half an hour ago in the hallway."

"That isn't enough!" Harry exclaimed, then he hunched over and looked back at Madame Pince who was giving him a warning glare. "Oops, sorry. I could go make you a sandwich real quick and you can eat it in the hallway?"

Tom took a deep breath then let it out as a sigh of relief. "You don't have to, but alright," he agreed. 

Harry beamed, then he left the library. Abraxas showed up a minute later with the book in hand and gave Tom a quizzical look. "Why were you talking to him?" he asked. "You have barely said anything to me or Orion since we started our research unless it was about it."

"I'm head boy, I can't ignore students that approach me," Tom said. "Besides, he didn't abandon me during the whispered rumors."

"No, only when he thought you were using him as possible test subject."

Tom shrugged. "He also hasn't known me for years nor did he swear loyalty to me," Tom pointedly replied. "He had Granger and Weasley whispering things into his ears to influence his thoughts. He just came to tell me they were all no longer friends, so I saw no need to ignore him. He is currently fetching me a sandwich."

"Sorry, Tom," Abraxas said as he hastily opened a book. "I'll look for that clause the other book mentioned about patented potions."

Harry returned after ten minutes, and Tom stood up. "I will be back shortly," he told Abraxas. "If Orion returns before I do, tell him to take a look at the bookmarked sections of those books over there."

"Okay, Tom," Abraxas replied.

Tom left the library to meet Harry who was hovering at the door, and they both turned to head to the abandoned classroom he had used with Creevey. There, Tom sat at a desk and Harry sat on top of the one next to it after he handed him the sandwich.

"I didn't know what you liked so I made ham, eggs, tomato, and lettuce," Harry said as Tom unwrapped the napkin and set it on the table. "Is it good?"

Tom took a bite then nodded. "Thank you, Harry," Tom said. "So you wanted to talk?"

"How did you know?"

"You wouldn't have approached me if you hadn't."

"Oh." Harry paused to nervously shift his position then nodded. "So uhm... I started dating Ginny to get away from the rumors," he admitted with a shamed look. "But I don't think I like her like that. I can't just break up with her, though. Not without making the rumors start again. Some of the Gryffindors are treating Collin like shit, along with a few teachers and students from other houses. I don't want to end up like that."

"They are doing that because he took the omega potion," Tom pointed out. "The other students that I spoke to are no longer being ostracized."

"Yeah, but if I break up with her there is no way Ron would ever forgive me."

Tom slowly chewed his bite as he thought about how to reply to that one. "He's already mad at you so now might be the best time," he pointed out. "You could even tell her it's because of Ron. That the relationship would make things like dates too awkward for you... especially considering his stance on omega potions."

"Ron actually doesn't have a problem with it, but he doesn't want to upset Hermione," Harry admitted.

"Then Ron chose a girlfriend over friendship," he said after he swallowed his next bite. "You should be angry about that. Again, blame it on Ron. That might also make Ron come back to you as a friend."

"But Ginny would hate me and she is a friend."

"Not if you place the blame on Ron," Tom replied, then he sighed and turned his body towards Harry to give him his full attention. "Harry, the way I see it you have one bigoted friend who would rather destroy a long term friendship than tolerate anything to do with male omegas and a second friend who would rather date someone like that than take your side. You have a girlfriend that you only started dating because you wanted to get away from rumors. The first is not your fault - you should just cut your losses and make friends with people who are not so hateful or are willing to turn their back on you. Quality over quantity, as the saying goes. The second is a situation of your own making that you need to take responsibility for one way or another."

"What about you, then?" Harry defensively asked. "How can you go back to being friends with Malfoy and Black when they abandoned you when you were rumored to be a gay alpha?"

Tom gave Harry a flat look. "Because we are political allies, not friends," he told him. "I don't have many friends. That takes learning to trust someone, and I've been betrayed too many times growing up in an orphanage to easily trust. Adults promising to adopt me, caretakers thinking I'm the devil because of accidental magic, friends turning on me at the first sign of hardship. You lost your other friends so now you are coming to me. Whose to say you won't go back to ignoring me or whatever if they decide to become friends with you again? You are just using me for advice now."

Harry looked stunned, then guilty. "I'm sorry, Tom," he apologized. "I... I didn't mean to turn my back on you. I didn't know you grew up in an orphanage."

"Should it matter where I grew up just to be loyal to me?" Tom scoffed, then he softened his expression into a more forgiving one. "Though I understand that all of this has come about because you were trying to get Granger to change her opinion on my potion. I guess you were doing your best."

"I was," Harry said. "She just refuses to see anything good about it. She doesn't see how hard you worked to make it or how hard you are now working to defend it. She thinks you are doing it just to make money and because you are gay and want a male omega."

"I am asexual actually," Tom said, a half truth. "Or maybe demi sexual. I'm looking for the right person to connect with, or if I can't have that, then someone I can be friends with that won't betray me."

"I could be that friend," Harry said with a nervous lick of his lips. "I promise not to betray you again."

Tom gave Harry a puzzled look then snorted with amusement. "Harry, you need to work on your wording," he said. "That makes it sound like you want to be my mate."

Harry gave a nervous laugh. "Oops, yeah, I didn't mean to do that," Harry lied. Then he cleared his throat. "What if it was one of the male omegas? Wouldn't that help your cause?"

"I am not interested in Creevey at all in that way, and I won't be able to make another male omega if the current delay tactics go through," he said with a shrug, then looked Harry directly in the eyes. "I don't think I really care if my partner is male or female. I only care about the person themself."

Harry broke eye contact and blushed, and Tom inwardly grinned. "Uhm... Will you tell me about what kind of changes an omega potion causes? I'm wondering how it works."

"You should know, I already explained it to the class."

Harry blushed a little harder. "Yeah, but I mean... What would it be like?"

"Ah, well, I made sure it would be highly pleasurable for the male to become an omega," Tom explained. "Not the process itself, but sex." Harry very quietly squeaked. "The organ starts growing at the first bend in the colon so that the alpha's member has a new space to enter. The walls of it are very sensitive and very pleasurable, and there is no cervix to cause pain. Instead, the womb  which hangs back down towards the bottom of the abdominal cavity will seal itself once an egg has been fertilized, and eggs are only released during heats. The new passage grows up to the navel area which should be sufficient space for most alpha members, and orgasms makes it milk the appendage so that any sperm released gets sucked into the womb for the best fertility rates."

Tom could see Harry's trainers wiggling like he was curling and uncurling his toes during the graphic explanation, and Harry was completely red once he was done.

"That is what you were asking for, right?"

"Y-yeah," Harry choked out, then he swallowed hard. "How can you say that so easily?"

"Because it is perfectly normal body function, and I am sure both the alpha and the omega would appreciate being able to enjoy sex immensely both in and out of heats," he replied. "I have heard that taking an alpha's full length can be uncomfortable outside of heats for some omegas, so I wanted to prevent that. Of course, there would still need to be prepping of the anal cavity before sex except during heats when all those muscles will be lax, but since the omega will be able to self lubricate the prep work shouldn't be too difficult and may not be needed at all if there is regular sexual intercourse. There will definitely be difficulty if the alpha tries to knot the omega without prep, though, especially outside of heats."

"Merlin, okay, this is worse than the sex talk we got from Madam Pomfrey back in our fifth year," Harry mumbled as he hid his red face in his hands. "I think that is everything I was wondering about."

"Sure, it's perfectly normal to be curious, and it is also curious to wonder what it would be like to be one," Tom said. "If it weren't, people would be trying to make gender or designation changing potion for centuries. Some people even obtain illegal polyjuice to explore another gender's body."

"Were you wondering about it when you made the potion?" Harry asked as he peeked through his fingers to look at Tom. "Wondering what it would be like to be an omega?"

"Not at all, I am very happy to be an alpha," Tom said. "Alphas get more respect in the ministry than betas or omegas do. We usually have some of the most powerful magic, though there are the outliers like Dumbledore that can also become powerful and a beta. Even the Dark Lord Grindelwald was an alpha, though."

"What if someone wants to take the potion before the delaying laws go through?" Harry suddenly asked, still hiding behind his hands. "There is only a one year window after all.

"I am not willing to risk legal repercussions against myself unless I have a very good reason to," Tom replied. "Like if I think I've found someone I want to be with."

"Oh, that makes sense," Harry said, then partially fisted his fingers into paws to he could look at Tom over his hands. "What kind of person would you want?"

Tom hummed in thought and took another bite of the sandwich as he looked up like he was thinking about it. "Someone loyal for one," he mused out loud once he was finished with the bite. "I don't know, I've never really thought about it. I wasn't interested in these kinds of things until I presented over the winter holidays."

"Why not?"

Tom shrugged then neatly ate the last two bites before he used the napkin that the sandwich had been wrapped in to wipe his mouth. "Harry, do you want to take the potion?" he bluntly asked once he was done eating. "You do realize that if you did, Granger would never forgive you."

"What? No!" Harry spluttered as he waved his hands no, and Tom could detect the lie in that. "Why would you ask that?"

"Because your questions insinuate you do," Tom shrugged. "It's fine if you do, I won't judge. You know that."

"It wouldn't matter, would it," Harry defensively shot back. "You won't give the potion out anyway."

Tom eyed Harry. "You know, you are handsome," he thoughtfully said out loud. "If you actually are interested, I wouldn't mind testing to see if we might be compatible."

Harry began blushing, but he acted like he wasn't as his hands fully curled into fists that still covered his mouth. He also turned his body slightly away like he wanted to run away or hide. "Test how...?"

Tom leaned his side against the desk and lazily rested his cheek on his fist. "Well, for one honesty and communication is very important in any kind of relationship. Friendship or otherwise. I've been honest with you from the start, so if there is anything you want to say, now would be the time."

Harry froze and looked like a deer that had been caught in the headlights. He didn't even breathe for several seconds as his eyes darted around. "I... No. There is nothing I want to say," Harry replied with a shake of his head no.

Tom slid out of his chair and stretched. "Suit yourself," he said, then turned to head out. "Thank you for the sandwich, Harry. If you want to talk again I'll probably be in the library for a while."

"Wait!"

Tom paused to look behind him. "Yes?"

Harry hesitated and swallowed hard. "Erm, are we friends again?"

Tom turned around to give Harry a kinder smile. "I'm not the type of person to abandon another, so sure," he said. Then he raised a hand in warning. "However I won't go through this again, Harry. If you turn your back on me, there won't be a third chance."

Harry sagged with relief. "I'll be careful," Harry promised. "Good luck, Tom. If I can help you with anything let me know."

"Take care, Harry."

That evening, Harry sat with the Quidditch team for dinner, however the following morning he approached Tom at the Slytherin table. "Can I eat breakfast with you?"

"Sure," Tom said before anyone else could interfere. "Orion, move down a seat?" 

Orion unhappily pursed his lips, but he slid down so that Harry could sit at his left. Harry appeared too nervous to actually eat - he mostly poked at his breakfast - and he didn't really speak, either. He did listen as they all talked about the things they found in the library the day before, and Tom got a legal text from the Greengrass library that the library did not contain.

When breakfast came to a close, Tom finally turned to Harry. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked. "You've barely eaten."

"Yeah," Harry mumbled as he blushed and looked away. "Just not used to sitting over here."

"I hope you spend more time here," Tom said with a kindly smile that made Harry blush harder. "Did you ever talk with your girlfriend? She appears upset that you are over here."

"Not yet," Harry mumbled again. "I'll talk to her today."

"Good luck with that."  Tom got up and those in his year stood as well, then he turned to help Harry up. "Have a good day in classes today, Harry."

"Thanks, you too," Harry said, unable to control his blushing at all. "Hope you have a good day."

Tom left with his Slytherins and Abraxas spoke up as soon as they left the Great Hall. "What was that about?" he asked. "Potter is acting familiar with you... and like he has a crush on you."

"We don't spread rumors that don't benefit us, Abraxas," Tom cautioned. "That's for the lesser houses. He needed advice yesterday and I gave him some."

"He's not even useful to you," Orion protested, still unhappy about losing his place. "He will ruin your reputation if he keeps acting like that."

Tom hummed as he side eyed Orion, and Orion flinched. "If you all show loyalty to me, Slytherin will win the final game against Gryffindor this year," he said in a low voice. Orion perked up with interest since he was the team's chaser. "What is going on is between him and I. He will not ruin my reputation. I want you all to defend him if you hear anything."

"Not you?" Abraxas asked.

"I don't need defending. I have my reasons to do what I am doing. I'm not asking you all to protect him or anything. Defend him just enough to leave doubt while still protecting him from being fully ostracized."

Tom might be a little annoyed by how difficult Harry was being, but he wasn't going to fully punish him for it. Yet.

That evening Harry was at the dinner table with the Gryffindors. He must have talked to the Weasley girl since she was sitting as far as she could get with her friends, crying, and Harry was sandwiched between Granger and the older Weasley looking miserable. Ron Weasley was red faced and obviously angry, and Granger was lecturing Harry all throughout the meal.

Tom made eye contact with Harry and put on a commiserating expression a couple times. He used that eye contact to do a surface legilimency to see what they were yelling at him for.

Weasley was pissed because Harry broke his little sister's heart and refused to speak to him at all, and Granger was yelling at him for the same and saying that the rumors of Harry being gay would come right back. She was trying to force him to get back together with Ginny since 'she will still forgive you,' however it was making Harry want to pull away even more.

Tom didn't get to see Harry after that dinner, however the next day he approached him in the library still looking miserable and harried. "Can we talk?"

Abraxas and Orion were both with him, and they skeptically eyed Harry. Tom, however, stood up to follow. 

They didn't go to the same abandoned classroom. Harry instead led him through some secret passages - one he hadn't even known existed - and they ended up in a very remote room on the third floor.

"Are you okay, Harry?" he asked as soon as the door was closed and it was just the two of them. Tom had no idea what the room might have once been. It was completely empty of all furnishing, so he conjured up two brown plush chairs and took a seat in one.

"No," Harry replied with an unhappy frown as his eyes watered up. Thankfully there were no tears, and Harry plopped down in the other seat. "Everyone is mad at me now."

"I'm not," Tom pointed out. "It's your life so nobody should be able to tell you what to do."

"It's not fair!" Harry exclaimed. "Just because I'm gay doesn't mean-" 

Tom inwardly grinned as Harry snapped his mouth shut, but he outwardly gave a look of surprise before turning it into one of compassion. "It's okay, Harry," he soothed. "I won't tell anyone, I promise. You already know my stance on it."

Harry burst into tears and curled up in his chair with his knees to his chest. "It's not fair, Tom!" he sobbed as he buried his face into his arms. "I'm probably going to present as an alpha and will have to marry an omega just so people won't hate me. I don't want to marry a woman! I don't like them like that!"

"I know, Harry," Tom replied as he got up, then he moved over to Harry and stroked the top of his head. "You are right, it isn't fair. I wish you would have told me sooner so I could have let you be my tester."

"I wish I did too," Harry cried. "I was t-too scared."

Tom stopped petting Harry to conjure up a handkerchief, then he coaxed Harry into sitting up with gentle touches to wipe his face. "Shhhh," he soothed. "People should not be getting on your case about this. It's terrible that the school allows this kind of bullying to happen. That some of the teachers even participate in the bullying. I already told my Slytherins to protect you yesterday, so if you get into any trouble go looking for one."

Harry sniffled and averted his eyes as he let Tom clean his face up. "Tom?"

"Hm?"

"You mentioned a test..."

"A test for what, Harry?" Tom asked, feigning ignorance.

"Test to see... if we might be compatible?"

Tom pulled away with a frown even though he was celebrating inside. "Are you just saying that because you want the potion?"

"No!" Harry yelped as he vehemently shook his head. "I uhm... Well, you said you thought I was handsome. Did you mean it?"

"I did," Tom warily replied. "However you already said you weren't interested."

"I didn't say that," Harry said. "I just said I had nothing to say." He took a deep breath. "I wasn't telling the truth, though. I just wasn't ready to say what I wanted to say."

Tom pursed his lips and nodded for Harry to continue.

"I er... I like you," Harry said, beginning to blush. "Like like you."

Tom sighed and vanished the handkerchief. "How do I know you are telling the truth, Harry?" he asked, still acting wary. "You should have told me then, but you lied and omitted instead. I told you that communication and honesty was important to me as was loyalty."

Harry looked down with a frown. "I know, but I was scared," he said in a small voice. "Plus I was technically still dating Ginny. I couldn't say anything."

Tom sighed again. "I suppose that is true," he reluctantly agreed. "However honesty was only one of a few things I am looking for in a partner."

Harry peeked up through his wet lashes with hope. "What else?"

"Well, sexual compatibility is very important, but I've not done it before."

"Neither have I."

"I mean I haven't even kissed, Harry," Tom patiently explained as he backed up to sit in his chair again. "As I said, I had no interest in anyone. I can objectively tell if a person looks good, however it never stirred a sexual response for me. If I have an omega that isn't for political reasons, I want them to be able to do that for me."

Harry frowned again, but this time in confusion. "So if I can... turn you on?" he asked. "Is that what you mean?"

Tom crinkled his nose like he found the idea distasteful, but he gave a nod. "I want my omega to stir something in me," he said. "If I can't find one that does something emotionally and physically for me, then it's better to just find one for political gain."

Harry nervously licked his lips. "Should I try to kiss you?" he suggested. "See if that does something?"

"Do you know how to kiss?"

"I tried kissing Cho back in fifth year, but it was... There was nothing there for me. I kissed Ginny several times over the last few weeks, though. She taught me how to do it."

"I'll try kissing," he 'reluctantly' agreed. "Only if you aren't doing this for the potion, though."

"I'm not," Harry swore. "I like you, Tom. You are nice, funny, and the most handsome bloke in the school. You are smart and have a lot of ambition. I like you a lot."

Tom spread his knees apart patted his right leg. "I suppose I can try," he said. "Come here and sit in my lap. You look light so I'll be fine."

Harry stood up and nervously shuffled forward until he was in between Tom's thighs. Tom helped guide him down, then he wrapped his right arm around Harry's waist to support him. This position put Harry higher than him by a few inches, so he tilted his head up. Harry lowered his head until their noses bumped, tilted his head, then carefully pressed their lips together before he started moving them.

Tom patiently waited to see what happened next and Harry licked the seam of his lips. He opened his mouth, then Harry tentatively touched their tongues together. Tom moved his tongue out and chased Harry's tongue into his mouth, then Harry sealed his lips and sucked on his tongue and he groaned as he pulled Harry in closer.

They snogged for nearly a minute before Harry ran out of breath and pulled back. Tom was a bit light headed from the lack of oxygen and having Harry in his lap, and he was surprised that he actually enjoyed that. Harry had a goofy smile on his own lips, to Tom gave him a small smile in return.

"Was that okay?" Harry asked with a blush.

"It was... nice," Tom replied. "My lips are tingling."

Harry giggled. "Mine too," he admitted. "It never did that before. You are the first guy I have kissed."

"Okay Harry, I will give it a try," Tom said as he gave Harry a smile to make Harry blush even more. He put a hand on Harry's thigh and rubbed it. "However I will want to try more. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Try more? Like... touching and stuff?"

"Yes, Harry," Tom answered. "Not right now, but later. You should carefully think about it. I did say someone that stirs me physically and emotionally. I find that you are cute and sweet, if a bit exasperating with the drama. However that can be fixed by making better friends and not dating people you don't like for ulterior reasons. I believe you when you say you like me, but it could just be a fleeting crush. I want something deeper, and the only way to know if we have that kind of connection is to go further when we are both comfortable to do so."

"That makes sense," Harry said, looking relieved. Tom glimpsed into his mind and knew Harry was relieved he didn't have to go further right now. "Can I kiss you again?"

"Yes," Tom said, and this time when their lips pressed together, he couldn't help but genuinely smile into it since he was finally beginning to get what he wanted.

Tom didn't have much time to make out with Harry in between studying for NEWTs and tearing apart legal books until the next weekend. However it was a really good week since the Black and the Malfoy patriarchs finally threw their weight behind blocking Dumbledore's delaying tactics. The Greengrasses were still on the fence, however the Notts were soon to follow as would the Lestranges, Averys, and the Rosiers. With those families, the other dark ones would follow, and when the Greengrasses joined in the more neutral factions like the Bones and the Shafiqs would as well.

"Good job," he told Orion and Abraxas that Friday night in their dorm room. "I finally forgive you two for nearly abandoning me earlier this year. I trust you both once more, so I will bring you two in as my confidants about what I've been doing with Harry Potter."

Both boys immediately looked attentive.

"He is a half blood and I want him and the mudblood Creevey to be the forerunners of the omega potion," he said. "Unlike Creevey, he is popular and well known as the last Potter. He will have his own political weight in the light sided circles, and I want to use that."

"So he is gay?" Orion asked.

Tom smiled but he didn't confirm. That was enough to confirm it, but it also insinuated that neither boy had better spread it. 

"If we have that much support, then laws will be quickly amended," Abraxas said. "How are you going to tie him to our side, though?"

"As the creator and advocate of the omega potion, I should take an omega," he said. "I will take him as my first mate. There is no way I would mate Creevey, but Potter is a good choice. He is an orphan and doesn't understand laws very well, has nobody to advocate for him, so he would be fully reliant on me for protection and would have every reason to use his political powers and his fortune on my causes. Regaining old traditions begins with bringing back gay rights since that is one the the biggest things muggleborns like Granger fights against."

Tom was insinuating he would take at least one other in the future, however he had no intention of doing so.

"Sorry we doubted you," Orion said. "The Blacks will stand by your cause."

"As will the Malfoys."

"Good," Tom said. "I trust you will both be discreet about Potter and to Potter."

"Yes, my Lord," they both said at the same time.

It was after breakfast on Saturday, and Harry approached him saying he had a surprise. "This way, Tom," Harry whispered as he led Tom to an ugly statue of a one-eyed witch. "Dissideum!"

Tom was surprised when the statue opened up into a passage, and he followed Harry into it. They came to a stop in a small, circular area no larger than ten feet in diameter a ways down the stone hall, and there was a few blankets and a picnic basket set up. Harry grinned at him and gestured for him to go first, so he took off his shoes and stepped on the blankets to take a seat.

"This tunnel comes out into the storage room of Honeydukes," Harry explained as he toed off his shoes and followed. "We are halfway between Hogwarts and Hogsmeade right now. Nobody will find us. Do you like it? I got the picnic basket from the elves."

"This is a nice date," Tom said with a smile. "I like it."

Harry smiled back, then he nervously looked down and blushed. "I thought about what you said all week and I was thinking I'd like to go further," Harry said, plucking at the blanket. "That's why I led us here - for privacy."

"Already?" Tom asked, feigning surprise then worry. "Are you sure you don't need more time?"

"OWLs are next week then NEWTs are the week after," Harry said with a shrug. "I have to find a home during the summer so I will be busy for a bit. I don't know when I will have free time after school ends."

"I also need to find a home," Tom said. "I lived in the orphanage, but since I'm eighteen now they won't let me stay."

"How cruel," Harry said with an unhappy frown. "Do you need a place to stay? You can move in with me if you want. We can find a home together."

"I was going to be staying with the Malfoys until I got a job, however I wouldn't mind seeing if we can live together," he said. "Close proximity is another factor in figuring out if we are compatible. When you live with someone, you get to know them far faster than you would just dating. However I won't be able to contribute to rent for a few months."

"That's fine," Harry said. "I don't care about rent."

"And if we decide we don't like living together?" Tom pressed. "What then? What if you decide you don't like me and my ambitions? Or if you think I am too aloof?"

Harry stopped plucking at the blanket and started smoothing it down instead. "I don't care," Harry replied. "I already know you are ambitious and want to go into politics. I also know I need to make you happy. That is the job of an omega anyway, right? Taking care of their alpha?"

Tom smiled then reached out to wrap an arm around Harry's waist. "Already thinking like one?" he teased as he leaned in to steal a kiss. "Mmm, well, I do like your kisses. I never understood why people kissed until now."

Harry gave a bright smile then kissed Tom again. "I just want to make you happy," Harry said. "It makes me happy to see you happy."

Tom smiled and let go of Harry's waist as Harry leaned forward to pull the picnic basket towards them. "Well, I like seeing you happy so I'll strive to be happy as well," he replied. "However I do have times when I get obsessed with something and will neglect everything until I accomplish it. That is one example of what I mean by 'aloof.' I enjoy working towards goals and I'm not used to caring for someone else."

"As long as you love me it won't matter," Harry replied as he began to set the meal out. The elves had prepared and cut up a long Italian loaf filled with roast beef, lettuce, and tomatoes, and it honestly looked like the best sub that Tom had ever seen. There was also treacle tart and Tom's own favorites, fruit tarts, and a thermos that most likely contained tea as well as a few bottles of cold butterbeer. "I'll just take care of you during those periods. As long as we still go on dates and eat dinners together, right?"

Tom hummed as he nodded. "I could do that," he agreed after giving it genuine thought. "A date at least once a month, preferably once a week during the times I'm not needing to work too hard?"

"And we sleep in the same bed," Harry said. "After... er, if we mate, I mean. I don't want a cold marriage, you know? My aunt and uncle never liked me. I want you to at least like me."

"I already like you," Tom replied as he reached out to stroke Harry's back. "None of that sounds like a hardship. I can't stand those people who act like they need attention all the time."

"I can take care of myself," Harry said with a smile as he plated the food. "I'm used to it. I also know how to cook and clean and take care of a house."

Tom leaned in and nuzzled Harry's neck once Harry set his plate in front of him. "You sound so perfect," he murmured. "However I do want to take care of you, too. I will want to keep you protected and make sure you are safe. What do you think of children?"

"I uhm... want a lot of them? If you do? I always wanted a large family."

Tom chuckled. "I suppose that is another reason to strive for a high position in the ministry," he said. "I'll need to feed a lot of little mouths and make sure there is enough to also spoil my omega. I don't want to live like the Weasleys."

"Their house is cozy," Harry defended, though he didn't pull away from the nuzzling. "Mrs. and Mr. Weasley are very nice people."

"I'm sure they are, but that isn't what I mean," Tom soothed, then planted a kiss on the side of Harry's neck. "I mean I want my children to have everything they need and even some things they want. I don't want to send them off with second or third hand clothes that don't fit them properly. I want my children to be proud. I want my omega be proud of our home and our things, and I want to be able to bring my omega and my children home gifts because I want to, not just because it is a birthday or a holiday that I'll barely be able to afford."

"I have money," Harry defended again. "I can do that stuff too, you know."

"I know, but I also want to provide, Harry," he purred against Harry's neck. "Don't you want someone to take care of you? To show they care? To surprise you with a new robe or take you out to dinner just because rather than needing an excuse like an anniversary?"

Harry blushed and nodded, so Tom dropped the subject with a chuckle and leaned back to start eating. Harry nibbled at his own food, no doubt too nervous to eat again, however Tom politely pretended not to notice and Harry eventually relaxed enough to take a real bite. 

"Butterbeer or tea?" Harry asked once he was half done with his sandwich and Tom just about full. 

"Whichever you are having, I like both," Tom replied.

Harry pulled out the bottles of Butterbeer, opened them, then set Tom's in front of him before taking a drink of his own. Tom also drank his, and then Harry scooted closer to lean into Tom's side. Harry took another small sip, then he wedged his drink into his lap and started to nervously fidget with the rim of the bottle.

"So I was thinking..." Harry began.

"Hm?" Tom hummed, prompting Harry to continue.

"Can I uhmmm..." Harry stopped and furiously blushed as he looked down at the bottle in his lap.

"Can you what?" Tom asked, curious as to what was making Harry so nervous.

"Can I try to uhmmm... wank you off?" Harry forced out, then before Tom could answer, nervously rambled. "You said physical compatibility too, so I want to try to please you if you are okay with it?"

Tom held the bottle to his lips to suppress a grin that could give the game away. Harry started to pull away, but Tom quickly snaked an arm around his waist and kept him pressed to his side. 

"I'd be willing to let you, but are you sure?" he asked. "You seem very nervous."

Harry twisted to hide his face in Tom's shoulder. "I want to be your omega," Harry whined, obviously uncomfortable talking about it but still forcing himself to do so. "My birthday is two months away. I need to try."

Tom hummed like he was thinking as he began to play with Harry's side, making the other boy squirm. "You could end up presenting as a beta," he pointed out. "Then it wouldn't matter if you were gay or not."

"But I might not," Harry quickly countered. "And I want to be an omega. Your omega."

Tom wanted to sharply grin, but he went for a kind smile even though Harry couldn't see since he was hiding against Tom's shoulder. "You are right in that we don't have much time," he sighed. "Still, is knowing me for only a few months a good enough reason to let me bite you when you present? What if one of us changes our mind about mating after you take the potion? You will be stuck as a male omega, and worse, you won't have the same protections that a contract would have given you."

Harry wiggled to look up at him with a frown. "What if I join you in politics to make the laws go through?" he asked. "I mean, I don't know much about it, but I could just do what you tell me to do."

"Omegas aren't allowed in politics," Tom reminded Harry. "Not in any position higher than a secretary, anyway. Aren't you worried that I might just abandon you?"

Harry looked stunned like he hadn't thought about it before, then he gave Tom a pleading look. "But you wouldn't do that, right?" he asked. "We would still be friends at least, right?"

"Like I said, we haven't known each other long," Tom replied. "If you took the potion, I wouldn't abandon you socially since doing that would be political suicide. I would protect you the same as I would Creevey, however I would expect you to pull your own weight on that end with public appearances and such. But what if we engage in physical acts and then I decide I'm not interested after all? What if I decide not to give you the potion? Would you tell people about this to try to get back at me?"

Harry looked relieved when Tom reassured him that he wouldn't abandon him in that way, but the trepidation returned to his eyes when he mentioned not giving him the potion. "Then at least I tried," Harry replied. "I won't tell anyone about anything we do together, I promise."

"I would want a Vow, Harry," Tom said with a shake of his head no. "You could ruin my career before it even started. That would ruin Creevey's life, too. Just a simple Vow that you won't tell anyone my secrets."

Harry hesitated, then he pulled back so he could get his wand out and held it up. "I, Harry James Potter, swear on my magic not to reveal the physical relationship between Tom Riddle and I or anything we do that could be compromising until we are ready to go public with it."

There was a halo of fiery light that burst from the tip of the wand to show the Vow had been accepted, then Harry tucked his wand back into his robes. "Is that okay?"

Tom reached out to cup Harry's cheek then tilted his face up to kiss him. "That was perfect," he purred. "I will let you touch me, but I also want you to use your mouth. Will you do that for me? I am curious about it."

Harry swallowed hard as his blush returned, but he nodded.

Tom pulled back to unbuckle his belt, then he opened up his pants and fished his half hard cock out of the front of his boxers before he let it be to lean back on his hands. "Go ahead," he said. "I will tell you what I like and what I don't like as we do this. It's not like I've done it before, either."

Harry slightly relaxed at the reminder that Tom wasn't experienced, then he slowly reached out only to hesitate. They made eye contact and Tom gave Harry a reassuring nod, so Harry finished reaching out and touched Tom's shaft. He ran a finger up from the halfway point to the tip of his foreskin, and Tom almost shivered at the touch.

It was... surprisingly nice. 

"Soft," Harry quietly said, then blushed. "I mean the texture is."

Tom smiled at Harry, and Harry nervously smiled back. "It's ok, I'm sure you know what to do since you have your own. You have wanked before, right?"

"Yeah, and you?"

"A couple times, but I found the effort wasn't really worth the end result," Tom answered. "I don't get much privacy either here or at the orphanage, either. I would rather do other things with what little time and privacy I get."

Harry began petting his cock and it slowly began to harden. "It can feel really good," Harry said, then he leaned forward and fully took him in hand. "It's about the build up, see?"

Tom leaned back a little further to give Harry room in his lap, and Harry began to rub his cock with his thumb. He massaged the glans, and Tom's cock twitched and began to harden faster. Tom licked his lips as his mouth started to water, and he watched Harry as Harry kept glancing at him and his cock.

"I like this spot being touched, too," Harry said with a smile. "When I'm hard enough, I start doing this."

Harry began to stroke him while he continued to massage the glans, and Tom let out a soft sigh of pleasure. It felt completely different to have Harry touch him like this than it had to touch himself, and he immensely enjoyed it. An omega tending to their alpha. Tom's cock twitched harder at that thought, and he glands down to see he was hard enough that his slit was now visible past his foreskin.

Harry nervously licked his lips a couple times. "At this point I also start rubbing the head of my cock with the palm of my other hand, but... I guess I should use my mouth. I imagine it will feel even better, anyway."

"Are you going to swallow?" Tom asked. "If not, we should put a few napkins in my lap so my pants doesn't stain."

Harry paused in his stroking to give Tom a curious and shy look. "Do you want me to swallow?"

Tom closed his eyes and imagined Harry drinking down his come. The thought was so erotic that he felt his cock push out a dollop of pre, so he gave a nod. "I would like that."

"Kay, but I haven't tasted come come," Harry said as he let go of Tom's cock so that he could carefully move to get on his knees and balanced himself on his left elbow so he could take Tom in his right hand again. Before presentation, all males only produced clear, infertile fluid that was similar to precome. "Uhm..."

Harry looked uncertain how to proceed, so Tom gently gripped the roots of Harry's dark hair and helped guide his face down into his lap before he let go. "If you can't swallow, just spit it off to the side after I'm done," he suggested. "Just don't get any on my pants, please."

Harry nodded, then Tom felt a wet and hot tongue tentatively lick the tip of his cock. He groaned since it made him feel sensitive, made him feel good, but he stayed still for Harry. Harry held his cock still, then he lowered his head the rest of the way and the head of Tom's cock was engulfed in Harry's mouth. 

"I don't like how your teeth are scraping," he said after Harry tried his first suck. "It kind of hurts. Everything else feels nice, though."

Harry hummed to acknowledge he heard, then he opened his jaws further before he made another noisy suck. That felt much better so Tom relaxed back, then Harry began swirling his tongue around as he resumed stroking and Tom groaned with pleasure.

"I like that," he sighed out. "That feels good. Can you press your tongue inside my foreskin?"

Harry wiggled his tongue around which felt delightful, and after a few misses he managed to do as was asked. Tom moaned, then Harry began to slither his tongue around and Tom clenched his hands into fists so he wouldn't give in to the urge to buck up or force Harry's head down further.

It was a tease, but a delightful one. Harry continued his slow strokes, and he slowly built Tom's pleasure up with his hand and his mouth. Then Harry flattened his tongue over his slit and started rubbing it, and Tom's knot began to swell up. Tom grunted, and unable to help himself, he held Harry's head in place as he began to come.

"Ah, yes, swallow Harry," he moaned as he quickly moved his other hand to the base of his cock to milk his knot. "You are doing such a good job."

Harry tried to pull back once with a choked sound, but at Tom's praise he relaxed and began to swallow as fast as he could. He stroked Tom's cock faster like he was trying to get as much as he could out, and Tom rolled his head back to enjoy himself. 

Harry was drinking his come. His come was filling up Harry's belly!

Tom gasped as he came even harder, and Harry gulped that down, too.

"You did such a marvelous job, Harry," Tom praised once he was done coming and had pulled Harry's head back to look at his tear stained face. There was a dribble of come leaking out of one of his nostrils, and more drooling out of his mouth that he was still trying to swallow down. Tom pulled him up and into a kiss as he pulled Harry into his lap, and he started licking his own come out of Harry's mouth with a groan.

Harry moaned into the messy kiss and started grinding his much smaller pre-presentation cock against Tom's belly, and Tom slid a hand to cup Harry's butt. When they had to break off for air, he bit down on Harry's ear lobe and moaned directly into Harry's ear as he encouraged the humping by squeezing Harry's butt. 

"That's it, darling," he purred. "You did such a good job and deserve a reward. Come for me, sweetheart. I want to hear you sing."

"Tom, ah Tom~" Harry moaned and whimpered, and Tom began to rock so that Harry could get more friction through his pants making Harry come. "Oh! Nggghh!"

"Good boy," Tom coo'ed as he continued to rock into Harry's grinding. "That's it, darling. Come for me."

Harry moaned low and loud, and the sound echoed down both hallways, given boost by the circular chamber. Tom doubted the noise would reach either the school or Honeydukes - they had walked a long way to get where they were - but he still sealed their mouths together and possessively swallowed the rest of Harry's moan. They were for him to listen to, not anyone else. And the sweet sound had his cock interested in more since the knot was already deflating without a proper omega's hole to continue milk it.

"Let me play with you for a little bit, Harry," he said once Harry was done and had relaxed in his arms. "I've never touched another. Let me touch your body. I find myself curious now."

"Touch me?" Harry asked, sounding a little confused. "I don't think I can come again so soon, Tom."

"Not there," Tom said with a shake of his head no. "I want to touch your body. I want to see what your hole it like, too."

"M-my hole?" Harry squeaked. "Are you going to..."

Tom groaned as he licked his lips at the unasked question. "If you will permit me," he said. Now that he had a vow of secrecy from Harry, there was no reason to hold back. Harry would no longer be able to cry rape or anything else. Not that he intended to rape Harry. There was no reason to when he couldn't get him pregnant yet. "I would of course prep you properly."

"Prep?" Harry squeaked in a higher tone.

"Oh, you never looked it up, my sweet?" He pulled back as Harry shook his head no and he kindly smiled into wide and fearful green eyes. "Men cannot lubricate... Though the omega potion will definitely fix that problem. Instead I will use a lubrication charm on you and stretch out your hole with my fingers so that my cock can fit. If done correctly, it can be a pleasurable experience between two men." Then he lowered his voice even further. "And the omega potion makes it even better for the omega."

"What about waiting until then?" Harry fearfully asked. "I'm not... I didn't think we would..."

Tom let his expression fall and Harry stopped talking. "I thought we were testing to see if we were physically compatible, Harry," Tom explained as he slowly pulled back. "That would include sex, right? You actually stirred me into wanting to try it with you. Have you changed your mind?"

"No!" Harry exclaimed as he leaned forward to hug Tom. "I'm sorry, I want to. I'll let you try!" Then Harry trembled and held Tom a little tighter. "Just... please be gentle?"

Tom stopped pulling away and hugged Harry back. "Of course, Harry," he coo'ed. "I wouldn't want to hurt you or anything. Why don't you undress while I move everything else off the blanket? That way we don't knock anything over or spill the leftovers out."

"Okay," Harry agreed.

Tom helped Harry stand up, then tucked his cock away and crawled to the plates to put them into the basket while he listened to fabric rustle behind him. He glanced back now and again to catch glimpses of Harry's back as he shyly undressed, and when Harry was done, Tom offered him the half finished butterbeer while Tom drank his own down.

Harry accepted the bottle and gave his a nervous sip with one hand while he covered his soft little cock with the other to hide it. "Move your hand, Harry," Tom coaxed. "Let me see. You have such a nice body. Imagine it as an omega's body... Slightly wider hips, a slimmer waist, and a softer belly. You would look very, very good."

Harry blushed and raised his hand to hold his bottle in both. He turned around when Tom twirled his finger, and he admired Harry's well formed butt and his thighs made quick from hours of riding a broom at top speed. 

"Sit down and finish your drink, Harry," he ordered in a kind way. "I don't want you to end up dehydrated or anything."

Harry sat down with his side to Tom to partially hide his nudity as he blushed hard. "Uhm, are you going to undress, Tom?"

Tom considered the question then decided he didn't want to get his clothes dirty. There was always the cleaning charm, but someone might be able to scent it on the fabric.

"Good idea," he said, then smiled when Harry relaxed with relief. "Would you like to watch?"

Harry peeked over and nodded, so without standing Tom set his empty bottle aside and started by removing his outer robes. They were tossed to the side, then he undid his tie and tossed that on top of the robes. His shirt was unbuttoned next, and Harry licked his lips as Tom's torso was revealed.

"Like what you see?" he teased as he pulled the shirt off. Harry nodded, and only then did he raise his hips to pull down his pants and underwear at the same time since they were already open. His mostly hard cock sprang free, and he watched as Harry's eyes followed how it bobbed while Tom pulled his socks off last. "Don't forget your drink. I'm going to start touching you, okay?"

Harry blushed as he nodded, then he took another sip. Tom crawled over to Harry, and he started by rubbing Harry's belly with one hand while the other slid up to Harry's chest to tug on a nipple. Tom licked his lips as he imagined Harry swollen with child and with leaking tits, then he leaned in to suck on the other nipple and Harry gasped.

"T-tom, that feels so good," Harry whimpered.

Tom gently took the nipple he was sucking on in his teeth and gave it a small tug to make Harry gasp again before he let go. "Finish your drink, Harry," he reminded Harry again, and Harry flushed then chugged the rest of the bottle quickly. Tom watched the liquid disappear, and once the last of it slipped into Harry's mouth, he leaned in to suck on Harry's neck hard.

Harry choked on that last swallow and started coughing, and Tom took the bottle from Harry's hand as he patted Harry's back with the other. "Sorry, you looked delicious," Tom apologized. "Lay down on your back while I set this with mine."

It only took a few seconds to set the bottle to the side, and when he returned Harry was on his back. His face was red and he was cupping his genitals in both hands, but he easily allowed his hands to be moved away when Tom sat down by his hip. Tom had no interest in tasting the come-sticky soft cock at all, but he still handled it and noted that it was almost as big as Tom's was before Tom had presented, and a careful tug had him estimating it to be around five inches when hard at the moment.

When Harry presented as an omega, it wouldn't grow larger than that. It might even shrink over the years as each pregnancy flooded Harry's body with hormones. Likewise with his hairless balls, too. Harry had almost no hair all over his body, and that was what Tom preferred.

Tom's own cock was nine inches including the base where his knot formed. It was currently average in girth, but Tom was hoping it would thicken a little more as his body finished developing. It should definitely gain another inch or two before he was done growing.

"Are you going to kn-knot me?" Harry asked, both of their eyes studying Tom's cock. 

"Of course," Tom stated like it would be perfectly normal to do so to a virgin male. It wasn't. According to the books he studied while coming up with the omega potion, the chances of tearing was high. But Tom knew healing spells so he wasn't worried about causing irreparable damage. However Harry needed the illusion of choice. "If you don't want sex now, we can try later after you have had time to decide if you want to continue or not."

"No," Harry quickly denied. "I want this."

Tom pursed his lips. "Are you sure, Harry?" he asked. "You would be losing your virginity to me. If things don't work out..."

"Then I'll figure something out, but I won't resent you," Harry said. "I mean, I'll be sad, but I won't try to get you back or anything. Besides, I will be your first, too."

Tom smiled at Harry. "You will," he confirmed, then reached out to spread Harry's knees apart so he could crawl in between them. "I've never felt this way about someone before."

Harry gave him a hopeful look, but he didn't ask about the omega potion though he was thinking it loudly enough to broadcast it. Tom leaned forward to splay his hands out over Harry's belly as he checked Harry's thoughts further, and he was satisfied when he saw that Harry was genuine about wanting to be with Tom. Yes, part of it was motivated by the fear of ending up a gay alpha that would have to be alone or mate a female beta or omega, but he still wanted to be Tom's omega, and that was all that mattered.

"Me either," Harry said with a shy smile. "Even if it doesn't work out, at least I will lose it to you rather than someone I don't like."

"Raise your knees and lift up your hips," Tom gently ordered as he started rubbing Harry's tone stomach. The muscles were barely visible, and with Harry's waist already being slim they were small. He could feel every one of them shift as Harry shifted to obey, then Tom sat back and wandlessly summoned a wand so he could conjure up a pillow to wedge under Harry's lower back. "Okay, just relax and tell me what feels good. It might be uncomfortable at first, but bear with it."

"Okay," Harry replied as he turned his head away, still looking very shy. "I trust you."

Had Tom been a better person, the last three words might have made him hesitate. He wasn't, though. He brought the tip of his wand to Harry's pink, virgin hole, then he cast a gentle cleaning spell that made Harry gasp and jerk before he followed it up with a lubrication spell that caused warm liquid to slick up Harry's insides.

"Oh, that felt so strange," Harry shivered. "What did you do?"

"A cleaning charm and a lubrication spell," Tom said as he set his wand to the side. "I'm going to put a finger inside of you. Push back, okay?"

Harry nodded and Tom pressed a finger against Harry's hole. Harry flung an arm over his face to hide and pushed back, and Tom's finger slipped in. Harry made a sound of shock in the back of his throat, but Tom didn't stop until his finger was buried all the way to the knuckle.

"Does that hurt?"

"N-no," Harry stammered. "Just uncomfortable like I need to use the bathroom."

Tom smiled. "Move your arm, Harry, I need to watch your face to make sure I don't cause you pain."

Harry whined in embarrassment, but he removed his arm and kept his face up though he averted his eyes. "Are you going to... erm... move?"

"Once you relax," he said. "Just take it easy."

Harry nodded, and after a couple minutes and a few slow starts, he finally he relaxed. Tom started pumping his finger in and out to loosen up the hole further, and he started paying attention to looking for the prostate until he found a rubbery spot that made Harry gasp.

"There?"

"Y-yeah, what was it?"

"Your prostate," he said as he began to finger it. "Omegas don't have one but you will keep yours. It will help make the initial penetration and the knotting feel good once you are an omega and are used to it. It isn't unusual for knotting to be painful for the first few times, but I will do my best to stretch you out as much as possible."

Harry nodded, and they both fell silent. Tom focused on the task at hand, reaching out to move Harry's balls to the side so he could watch how his slick finger pumped in and out of Harry's glistening hole. Harry blushed at that, but his eyes eventually glazed over with pleasure and he quietly moaned.

"I'm putting in a second finger, Harry," Tom warned. "Will you please take off your glasses? I want to see your pretty eyes better."

Harry swallowed hard and nodded, and he pulled his glasses off then set them down as far away as he could on the blanket. Tom started pressing a second finger in, and Harry let out a small grimace of pain before it popped in. His hole immediately tightened up enough to almost squeeze out Tom's fingers, but he patiently held in them in place until Harry relaxed again. He pushed them in, stroked Harry's prostate until Harry's pink lips parted to sigh with pleasure, then he gently began to scissor his fingers to loosen Harry up further directly over his prostate.

Harry whined and started to reach for his hard little cock, but Tom gently pushed his hand away. "No, not yet," he told Harry. "You want to be turned on when I enter you or you might end up too sensitive. Tell me if you get close to coming, okay?"

"Okay, Tom," Harry groaned. "I'll be good."

"I know you will be," he coo'ed. "You want to be my good little omega, right?"

"Yeah," Harry whimpered. "I want to be your good omega."

"While you might be paying for stuff at first when we graduate, I want to provide once I am able to," Tom coo'ed. The idea of Harry wearing clothes and eating food purchased by money that Tom provided was appealing. "You can then use your money on the children or your own hobbies if you would like."

"Our babies will be so happy," Harry said, then he blushed. "I mean, if I get to be your omega."

"You might not like me too much after we graduate," Tom warned, and deeming Harry ready for a third finger he slowly began to ease it in. "I'll be jumping straight into working and I will be very busy with it. It might take months or a year for things to settle down enough for me to really spend time with you outside of dates and sleeping in bed together. Even then, there might be times where I am awake for most of the night to work."

"I understand," Harry replied as he squirmed with the third finger. "It's okay."

Harry's grimace for it wasn't as bad as the first time, but Tom still began to rub Harry's prostate rather than immediately continue to loosen his hole so that Harry had time to adjust. He picked up his wand with his off hand to cast another lubrication charm to further slicken Harry and his hand up, and the additional fluid helped Harry relax. It wasn't long before Harry was rocking back into his fingers, and he spread his legs apart.

"I'm ready, Tom," he whimpered. "I want to come, please?"

At the begging, Tom wanted to pull his fingers out and replace them with his cock, but he reminded himself that he wanted to knot Harry so it wasn't enough. "Almost, Harry," he promised as he began to press his pinky in. "Just one more finger. I don't want my knot to hurt you."

Harry whined, then he got a determined look on his face. He pressed back against Tom's fingers so they all slipped in, then he winced with pain. "Ow."

"Ow indeed, I told you to let me do it," Tom gently chided, then he smiled at Harry. "Impatient omega."

Harry gave a shy smile as he forced himself to relax, and Tom resumed pressing his fingers in until he could stimulate Harry's prostate once more. Harry's eyes fluttered shut as he began to slowly pant, and Tom kept it up until he started pressing in even deeper. Every time he retracted, it was only as far as Harry's prostate which he would curl his fingers into, and he didn't pull his fingers out until Harry's inner thighs began to shake with pleasure as Harry moaned with every push.

"There, stay relaxed like that," Tom said as he slicked up his hard cock with the lubrication on his hand. "I'm going to go slow."

Harry needily whined, but he obeyed. Tom lined his cock up and pressed against the slick gap that had been left behind, and he moved Harry's balls to the side so he could watch his cock slide inside. Harry whined with discomfort this time, but Tom didn't stop. He did keep his pace slow, but he kept pushing until his cock hit an end and he couldn't go any further though he was only halfway in. He needed the pause anyway. He felt like he was ready to come, and Harry's cock was no longer as hard as it was.

"Relax," he breathed out as he moved to settle over Harry, putting his weight on his elbows. He noticed that there were tears in the corner of Harry's eyes and Harry was doing his best not to make sounds of pain. "This is as deep as I'm going for right now. Here..."

Tom leaned down and sealed their mouths together. He lazily started to kiss the younger seeker, and Harry immediately wrapped his arms around Tom's neck to cling as he kissed back. Harry was obviously trying to distract himself from the pain, and Tom was fine with that. Harry was so warm and tight that he knew that a few thrusts would still be all it would take to make him come at the moment.

They kissed each other until they needed to breathe, then Tom started kissing down Harry's neck and sucked hard so there would be marks left behind.

"Kay, I'm ready," Harry groaned. "You are so big, Tom. Will it always hurt like that?"

"Not if we have sex often now and not if you become an omega," Tom replied while he nuzzled the underside of Harry's jaw, and he slowly pulled his hips back before he sank back in again. "Would you like that? To do this often? You feel so good, Harry. I love being inside of you."

"What if we are caught?" Harry asked. "What will happen?"

"We won't be," Tom promised as he continued to slowly thrust in and out, his mind going to the Room of Requirements. "There's only a few weeks of school and then you are going to look for a place for us to live together."

Harry shifted then wrapped his legs around Tom's waist and locked his ankles together. The new position got Tom an additional half an inch deeper, and Tom gently bit Harry's neck where a mating gland would be. Harry whined as he tilted his head further back to give Tom better access to it, no doubt imagining Tom actually claiming him as a mate, and Tom shifted up to his knees a little for better leverage to start working himself deeper.

The new angle must have been good for Harry too since he groaned and dug in his heels for more. Tom sucked on the spot where his teeth were dug into as he started increasing his pace, and something in Harry loosened since he began to sink in even deeper. He imagined it being the channel that would lead to the womb were Harry his omega, and he decided then that he wouldn't continue to tease Harry with the possibility like he had planned to do. He wanted to irrevocably tie Harry to him forever so he could fuck this sweet hole for the rest of their lives, and he knew it would be even sweeter after Harry presented as an omega.

"Feels so good, Harry," he moaned, then lapped at the spot he had bitten. "I'm giving you the potion. Nobody will ever make me feel the way you do."

"Nnn, Tom~" Harry whined. "Yes, I want to be your omega!"

Tom thrust hard to force the last couple inches in, and Harry arched his back as he hissed in pleasure and pain. His hole tightened up and squeezed Tom's cock perfectly, and he started to rut as his knot began to swell.

"Ow, it hurts," Harry whimpered, and he immediately went lax to try to accept it. "Ow!"

"Shhh," Tom groaned over Harry's pained cries. "You are okay. You are taking me so well, Harry. I'm going to come inside you."

"No, please, pull out?" Harry whined, tears beginning to spill out of his eyes. "You're tearing me apart!"

"Can't, too late," Tom moaned, then he dragged his tongue over one of the tear streaks to lick it up. "Can't get the knot out. Going to come now."

Harry keened as Tom's knot finished inflating, then Tom was coming. He continued to lick Harry's tears up as Harry sobbed underneath him, and he rutted hard into Harry's ass. Harry's heels were digging into his ass as he tried to weather out the pain and he was scrabbling at Tom's back with his nails, but that just added to Tom's pleasure. Harry began to babble at Tom to stop, and that was when Tom sealed their mouths together and did his best to get as deep inside that way as he could.

With a hole properly milking his knot because of Harry's struggles, Tom came for several minutes. By the time he was done, Harry was going limp from exhaustion and lack of oxygen. He pressed their foreheads together and gave Harry a more tender kiss.

"We are going to be locked together for a while," he murmured. "I'm sorry it hurt you so much. I tried to make sure you were prepped. Are you sure you want the potion still?"

Harry let out a sob and hesitated. "I d-don't want to do this again until after I'm an omega," he cried. "It hurts so much, Tom! I'm probably bleeding! What am I going to do? I can't go to Madam Pomphrey like this, then everyone will know!"

"I can heal it," he soothed. "I never would have risked this if I didn't know I could. Harry, shh, look at me sweetheart."

Harry opened frowned as they made eye contact, and he gleaned that Harry was hurt emotionally as well. He thought that Tom had done that because he hadn't cared about Harry. That was partially true - Tom hadn't cared about Harry's comfort there at the end. All he had wanted to do was knot the boy and come inside of him. However he did care about Harry, so he gave him a tender kiss.

"I'll take care of you, Harry," he coo'ed. "You can also get used to my knot. Remember it felt good for a bit, but the first couple times hurts even omegas. You will get used to it, okay?"

"Okay," Harry agreed, still frowning. "I'll trust you."

Tom's knot took half an hour to deflate, and when he removed his cock, pink-tinged come came gushing out. Tom cast the healing spells he promised on Harry's hole as Harry whimpered in pain, then he cast healing spells on Harry's neck since he didn't want to leave any marks behind that would cause Harry even more drama. It was less for Harry and more for Tom's plan. Were Harry given too hard of a time, he might change his mind.

"Let me do it again, but this time I'll just use the tip so it won't hurt," he coaxed once he recovered. Seeing all the come rushing out of Harry made him hard again, and he didn't want to wait to be inside once more. "I want to feel you come while I'm inside of you."

Harry didn't say anything for several long seconds, obviously not very willing, but he eventually gave a reluctant nod. "No knotting?" he asked.

"No knotting," Tom promised. "I want it to feel good for you."

Harry sagged with relief and nodded again, and Tom was quick to press in once more. Harry was still loose so he was easily able to sheathe himself all the way inside, and when he looked down at Harry's belly he was amazed to see an outline of his cock going up to Harry's bellybutton.

"Look," he said as he pointed it out, then he pulled back and thrust to watch the bulge form once more. "Mmm, I didn't know that could happen."

"No knotting," Harry reminded Tom as he squirmed, fear in his eyes. "Please don't knot me, Tom?"

"I'm not close, don't worry," Tom soothed, a little irritated that Harry was ignoring the fascinating sight. He leaned back to hook Harry's knees over his arms, then he lifted Harry's hips and began to thrust into him again. "Watch."

Harry's eyes widened when he finally noticed what Tom had, and he pressed a hand over the spot where the bulge was forming over and over again. Seeing Harry rub his belly made Tom's stomach flip, and he made his thrusts more shallow so that he could hold out longer this time. Harry finally gasped when Tom shifted to a new angle, looking for the way to make Harry enjoy what was happening, and Tom began to focus on that spot until Harry started moaning. He grinned down at the Gryffindor who had his eyes closed with pleasure, and he pounded that spot harder.

"Stroke yourself, Harry," he encouraged. "Show me how much you love this."

Harry reached down to grab his own cock and began to stroke at Tom's pace. It only took him a few strokes before he started coming, and Tom groaned at how Harry's walls went tight and began to flutter. He started fucking Harry with longer strokes to chase his own pleasure again, but when Harry began to squirm and whine from over stimulation, he stopped and sheathed himself to wait Harry out.

"Don't knot me!" Harry cried out as his eyes flew open with terror.

"I'm not," he promised, then gave Harry a gentle kiss. "I'm just waiting for you. I want to make you come again. Tell me when you are ready?"

Harry relaxed and nodded, and they lazily kissed each other for a few minutes. "Okay, I think I'm good now."

Tom pulled out, then he flipped Harry over onto his belly. Harry squeaked with shock, but when Tom began to rub the head of his cock over Harry's gaping hole, he raised his hips up and pushed his butt back.

"Good omega," he coo'ed. "Trying to present for your alpha?"

"Yeah," Harry said, his ears going pink with embarrassment. 

"Then do it right, sweet omega," Tom said as he sat back to give Harry space. "Spread yourself open for me and show me how much you want me, too."

Harry nodded, and he got up on his knees. He reached behind him to spread open his hole, and Tom got to see how it gaped and the way his come had been churned into messy foam that covered Harry's hole and crack.

Tom leaned in and laved his tongue over Harry's hole, then he tried to stick it in but wasn't satisfied with how deep it could go. He grabbed his wand and elongated it with a transfiguration spell, then he pressed it back in and started licking Harry's insides clean of his come.

Harry moaned and continued to hold his cheeks open as Tom ate him out. Once Tom was satisfied and Harry had hardened all the way, he recast the lubrication charm then shuffled close to line his cock up and began to press it in. He didn't stop until he was fully sheathed, then he gathered up Harry's wrists and pinned him over Harry's head as he draped himself over Harry's back.

"Maybe I do want to knot you this time," he growled into Harry's ear, and enjoyed how Harry's hole went tight as Harry whimpered in fear. "Will you be my good little omega and take it? I will make sure you come this time, too."

"You promised," Harry whimpered as he began to tremble. "You promised, Tom!"

"Omegas are meant to make their alphas happy, aren't they?" he coo'ed, then kissed Harry's ear. "One more time, Harry. You are loose enough that it shouldn't hurt you like it did the first time. Don't you want to get used to my knot?"

Harry whimpered again as he continued to tremble, and Tom waited for Harry to calm down. It took Harry a couple minutes, but he stopped shaking and finally gave a tiny nod. "I want to get used to it," he said in a voice barely above a whisper. "I want to make you happy."

"So perfect for me," Tom coo'ed, then he licked the shell of Harry's ear with his long tongue. Harry shivered, this time pleasure, and Tom kissed his way down Harry's neck. "Bare your throat for me, little omega. Let me make you mine again."

That made Harry go limp, and he twisted his head so that Tom would have access to where his mating gland would be. Tom immediately clamped his teeth over it, then he began to move his hips. Taking Harry in the more traditional way meant that his cock was angled to hit Harry's prostate with every long thrust, and it wasn't long before he had Harry mewling and panting under him.

However this time Harry couldn't stroke himself since Tom had his wrists pinned over his head. "Please Tom, let me touch myself," Harry begged. "I need to come!"

Tom let out a warning growl as he bit down harder, deliberately using the deep, primal sound an alpha could make. Harry gasped, then he went completely silent, and Tom gathered his wrists up into one hand so he could use the other to reach under Harry. Rather than touch Harry's sticky cock, he began to tug and fondle Harry's balls as he continued to fuck him. After a couple minutes, Harry began moaning and pressing back into Tom's thrusts, and a few more minutes later he started coming all over the blankets untouched.

That was when Tom stopped fondling and grabbed Harry's hip to start pounding into him hard. Harry's cries of pleasure slowly turned into whimpers and cries of pain from over stimulation, but Tom didn't stop this time. He could feel that his knot was about to pop again as he neared his own release, so he pounded even harder to make it loosen up Harry's rim. Harry began to whine in fear and alternated between tensing up and relaxing every time his forming knot pulled past his rim, then when it was almost past the point of no return, Tom began to shallowly fuck Harry so that he wouldn't knot him and started milking it with his own fist until he came.

The hot gush of come being fucked directly against Harry's prostate along with the adrenaline of fear from being knotted made Harry tense up and start coming again as well. They both moaned together, and Tom finally unlocked his jaws only to bite down on Harry's shoulder possessively. Harry shuddered hard and pressed his butt back to grind against Tom's hand and knot, and finally it was over.

Harry collapsed first onto the blanket with an exhausted groan, and Tom followed so his cock wouldn't slip out. He made sure to land to the side and pulled Harry against his chest, and Harry snuggled back against him with a wiggle of his butt.

"I thought you were going to knot me?"

"You were afraid," Tom yawned as he held Harry close. "I was only saying that to see if you would agree." He started nuzzling the back of Harry's neck. "You will make such a good omega for me."

Tom yawned again and Harry copied him. Both exhausted, they fell asleep for a nap together.

Over the next few weeks, Tom and Harry met up several times. Tom led Harry to the Room of Requirements to show it to him, and that was where they would meet up in between tests. Tom did not knot Harry for the first couple times, but Harry, feeling insecure, finally asked for it. Finally, on the last day of school, Tom gave Harry the omega potion to take. When he was done drinking it, Tom dragged Harry to Slughorn's office and knocked. 

"How can I help you, my boy?" Slughorn asked, looking surprised to see Tom and Harry at the door. "Did something happen?"

"Yes, professor," Tom politely said. "May we come in?"

"Of course, of course!"

They entered, and only after the door was closed and they were settled in with greetings and small talk about the tests was over with did Tom bring up the topic of why they were there.

"Professor, I gave Harry the omega potion," he said with a grim expression. "There are no laws passed yet that I couldn't, and Harry's presentation is only weeks away. He convinced me to give it to him."

Slughorn initially looked shocked and speechless, but when Tom pointed out there was nothing illegal about it, he calmed down and started stroking his chin as he gave Harry a sharp look. "Let me get out the contracts and I will contact Saint Mungo for them to do their diagnostics," he said after a minute of thought. "Just having one sample size of a muggleborn wouldn't be enough, I'm sure."

"I agree, professor," Tom replied. "Plus Harry is popular and charismatic. He will be able to fight for male omega rights better than Mr. Creevey could. The both of them together will do well."

"Very good thinking, Tom," Slughorn praised as he opened his bottom desk drawer to rummage through. "Give me a second. Did Tom explain all the legalities behind this to you, Mr. Potter?"

"He did," Harry said with a glance at Tom since Tom had not explained it to him. He had, however, explained how Harry could help his campaign so Tom was able to skim off of Harry's mind that he was thinking that was what Slughorn was talking about. "I'm willing to help Tom and Collin however I can."

"Well, you are one of Albus' favorites, so perhaps he will also change his mind about the potion," Slughorn said. "It is too bad that you had a falling out with Ms. Granger so close to graduation, though." He shook his head. "If only she could see how this would benefit society!"

They all talked for an hour with Slughorn mostly going on about how Harry and Tom would be making history. Tom was used to the prattling, but by the time they escaped the office with Harry having an appointment at Saint Mungo in three days, the Gryffindor looked harried. They stole a quick kiss in the empty dungeons before they separated - Harry to go back and Tom to finalize his living arrangements with the Malfoys over the next few weeks it would take Harry to find an apartment to rent - and that was how they spent the last day of school.

Harry looked happy at the leaving feast that night as he ate with the Quidditch team, and Tom was glad that he wouldn't have to deal with Granger or the Weasleys being around Harry after graduation.

Rather than an apartment, Harry found a two bedroom cottage to rent for dirt cheap out in the countryside. It had no electricity, though it did have running water and a septic tank for sewage. A squib once lived there, but it had been ten years. The cottage needed a lot of work done, but Harry was willing to do it while Tom was doing ministry work.

One of the small bedrooms was dressed up at Tom's room, however they both slept in the same room at nights. Tom used the desk in his room to write out drafts for the amendments he wanted in the laws regarding omegas, and Dumbledore's attempts to block Tom's progress failed since Tom could finally make his pleas and his points in person. His charisma and good looks helped a lot, but it was the families wanting to back the Blacks, Malfoys, and Potters that made the biggest difference. Within a month, he had managed to amend two smaller laws about what constituted as rape to omegas so that the terms that were feminine were instead gender neutral.

The night that Harry presented, Tom pounced on him and immediately claimed him with a mating bite as he knotted him. By then, Harry had adjusted to having a knot. It hadn't brought him pleasure, but it no longer terrified him nor did it tear him open. However with Harry an omega, he cried with pleasure throughout the whole ordeal. He only came twice with his cock, but he orgasmed many more times with his new organs and his belly inflated with come from how many times Tom filled up his womb.

The reception of Tom getting mated so early was mixed. He lost some supporters who had given lip service to the male omega cause, but he also gained other supporters that admired how dedicated Tom was to it. Of course, he couldn't get Harry pregnant outside of heats. However heats happened every six months.

That meant the first heat happened on Tom's birthday. Since his birthday was also on December 31st, he only needed to take January second to the fourth off to service all five days of Harry's heat. By the end of it, Harry was bloated with come and he was definitely pregnant. The confirmation that male omegas actually could get pregnant silenced a lot of nay sayers who had thought otherwise.

Tom dove back into work again, but when Harry's belly began to grow round, Tom spent more time with him to dote on him or fuck him every chance he got. Since he had only done the bare minimum outside of fucking up until that point, Harry was very happy for the extra attention even as his ankles got swollen and his lower back and chest ached all the time. Tom was happy to massage Harry's back and chest. Harry's breasts were coming in, and though they would not develop past a B cup when full with milk, it was lovely to see his nipples get larger and eventually begin to leak.

Harry would end up giving birth to twelve children in total. The Riddle family beat all records for the amount of children born. Not a single one was a squib, too. The children were as powerful as their parents, and Tom was very proud of that fact.

Fifteen years after graduation, Tom would end up beating out Hermione Granger to become the youngest Minister for Magic in history. Granger did come around a few years earlier and tried to get back into Harry's good graces, however a few words from Tom had Harry turning his nose up at Granger. Harry and instead befriended Collin Creevey who had become a famous photographer for the Daily Prophet, and he made friends with the younger male omegas who came once the potion was made fully legal a year after Tom graduated.

Harry and Tom lived a long and happy life together, and by the third generation their family was the largest in wizarding Britain.