In his shadow

Chapter 7. Chocolate?

Harry POV

"And now breath, Harry. Nothing is going to happen, you can go around the house and try things. We aren't going to hurt you." 

I just had a panic attack after stumbling down the stairs after trying to understand what room was under it.
Luckily, Remus-I mean Dad- was fast and helped me calm down quickly. When I was completely calm again I moved around the house, checked which flowers were real and which weren't and tried to feel normal in my new environment. 

I was not used to freedom, no rules and no chores. I wasn't used to seeing a romantic couple around me. Even though James and Lily (Dad said it would help me get better if I didn't think of them as my parents) were married, their relationship was closer to an agreement than to an 'traditional marriage'.
Lily came from a Muggle family, and she became so obsessed with magic and it's Alpha-Beta-Omega statuses, she wanted to maintain the superior race (Alpha wizards).
James, even though his family consisted of mainly blood-traitors, had only wanted Alpha children, and with a Beta, the odds for an Omega would be rather low.

That was the story of the relationship between Lily and James Potter. 

After a good two weeks of not knowing what to do, my schoolbooks arrived, and I was able to study for my next school year in Bulgaria.
When I asked if I was to learn Bulgarian I was told no, so I won't. I had never been the best in languages and I had other problems at hand. 

Like finding my Transfiguration book. 

Just when I found it, an owl landed in my room, carrying a letter and a little packet. I was curious who wrote me, but I first wanted to ask Father if I was allowed to open it.
"Father, I got a letter." I told him when I found him 'cooking' in the kitchen. When you count burning bacon as cooking.
"Then open it, Harry. You don't need me to allow you to read a letter. Or write one, for that matter." I nodded my head quickly and went upstairs to read the letter I got.

Dear Harry,

I hope you are feeling better, now that you are with a loving family. I hope you are not overworking yourself, little Harry! Now that you won't be my caddie anymore I send you something that should have been yours already. And chocolate.

With love,

Draco

Chocolate? 

Why did Draco send me chocolate? 

The last time I had that treat was in my second year at Hogwarts.
Cedric had felt generous and given me some of his. 

As Omegas, we were quick to add weight I was told.
We weren't allowed to do any sports either, but to keep a perfect shape we had to stay away from everything sugary, fatty or high in calories, and sometimes starve to get to the desired weight. 

When I opened the package, the first thing I saw was two boxes and another package. I opened the boxes first.
Each of them had 15 pieces of chocolate inside, all formed like hearts.
What was Draco doing?
Sending me heart-shaped treats like a lover, sending me little love notes... 

"He is trying to court you, Harry." 

I jumped up when I heard father's voice. He was standing in the door, watching me.
"What does that mean?" I asked, pressing the boxes to my chest, scared he would take them away. 

Father came near me and sat down.
"You know Harry, a courting is something where one person tries to win another ones' love. He will send you presents and love notes and everything that he thinks will make you fall in love with him. And he won't stop until you tell him to or you agree to mate with him." Father explained.

Agree?
Father always said an Alpha would just pick an Omega and mate with him, the opinion of the Omega wouldn't count.
Did Draco really care that much about me that he would respect my opinions? 

"Don't make it too easy for him. Draco is an Alpha, it's in his blood to prove himself superior to other Alphas in some way. And with courting you he can do two things at once: Get you to love him and show that he is better than other Alphas by getting an Omega to be his mate. Draco really loves you, Harry and he wants to show to the world that he is able to take care of you. And now, what is in that package?"
I slowly tore the paper apart and took out something I was really familiar with. 

It was a green-silver sweater with a 7 on it and 'Malfoy'.
Draco send me his Quidditch sweater!
Hmmm.
Smelled just like him. 

A/N: I am sooo sorry for the slow updates, but school is stressing me out a little, leaving little time to write. And I am trying to make my own little Christmas calendar, as you know (the GeorgexJordanxFred story)

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