Burned By Heat

Part 1 : The Scent

This year was supposed to be different. Everything was supposed to be different.

In all honesty, Pansy never gave two shits about the Wizarding War. It never really mattered who won or lost, just so long as she and her little sister survived. Pansy could bargain her way out of any situation, and as an Omega, she had a bargaining chip.

Every Alpha needed an Omega. Would an Omega live a life without pleasure if they never took an Alpha? Sure, but she didn't need pleasure. What she needed was security. She needed stability. She needed someone with a fortune and a position and a future. She could get that after the war.She just had to make it there.

And now, all because she had called out to sacrifice Potter, who ended up sacrificing himself anyways, thank you... now she was cursed to spend the very year she came into her designation back at the school she hated.

The point of winning, or losing, the war, was that life was supposed to move on. She would have control of her own life now, would be able to hand pick an Alpha to attach herself to. As a Pureblood Omega, she held all the cards, and now...

Now she was cursed to spend a year surrounded by people that hated her, and people that were hated even more than her.

It all went from bad to worse, quickly.

Whoever decided an Eighth Year was a good idea was clearly not an Alpha. Probably some idiot paper pusher that was a Beta and didn't even think designations were real. There were Alphas all over the place, most of them having been forced into their designation sooner than they were ready because of the war, and the entire school stank of it.

Pansy knew she wasn't the only Omega that could smell it - even Granger, who had come back a hard bitch that impressed even Pansy, had been turning her nose up at it.

Alphas, everywhere. Even some of the bloody Seventh Years. It wasn't right. It wasn't natural.

And they were supposed to just sit in a classroom? She, an Omega, surrounded by Alphas that were itching to rut?

She needed to find an Alpha, and fast, except...

Well, everyone either hated her, or, they were somehow in a worse off position than she was.

Draco was out. She wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole, and that was ignoring the fact that he was already staring at Granger like she had saved the Wizarding World.

Blaise was a complete pain. Someone needed to mount him, and fast, but it wasn't going to be her.

How was Goldstein an Alpha? Who was in charge of designations? Honestly, absurd.

And Terry Boot? Ugh, and he smelled like he hadn't showered since the end of the war either.

That left...

No one. Seventh Years? Nothing, really. Amazing.

Fuck, even Blaise looked acceptable compared to the rest.

It truly couldn't get any worse.

And then, classes started, and no one wanted to sit beside her.

She should have expected it - with Daphne and Tracey having gone to Beauxbaton the year before, they were both celebrating engagements this year, and Millicent... well, Pansy didn't like thinking about what had happened to her.

She was the only female Slytherin to be forced to return this year, and as she looked around... well, there were very few Eighth Year females anyways.

And they had already all paired off.

She lifted her chin, determined to not care, or to not show she cared, when she noticed Granger locking eyes with her, and pushing over her seat.