Dangerous Illusion

Chapter Eleven

Harry awoke to the bed shifting underneath him and the Omega groaned out not wanting to leave the warmth that enveloped him.  Not to mention Draco's scent was so intoxicating he could stay here all day and drown in if that damned Alpha would let him.  A gentle nudge to his shoulders caused Harry to groan out again and roll over. 

   "Five more minutes."  The sleep deprived Omega spat out sourly as he rolled into his side.  His back now faced Draco and he heard the Alpha laugh.  Harry growled out at Draco's response which resulted in more laughter from the blond.  Harry's curly black hair laid in thick knots against the green pillows as he shifted his head to the side again. 

   "It's noon Harry," Draco said nonchalantly, and Harry's green eyes snapped open.  The Omega flung his body to sit up right and as the grey duvet pooled around his hips and his hair curled out in all angles possible.  Draco blushed at the sight and leaned down to be face to face with the sleeping beauty. 

   "Noon!"  Harry exclaimed.  The Omega has never slept in this late before, the Dursley always had him up to early to clean and he'd never slept in at Hogwarts.  It was a strange feeling to feel so rested even if he could still lay down and let sleep take him away again.  Harry knew he could get up and conquer the latter half of the day that remained.  "How long have you been up?"  Harry asked blushing at the closeness between him and the Alpha.  He could feel Draco's hot breath tickle his nose and the omega scrunched his nose up in protest. 

  "Since around eight why?"  Draco asked and taking the hint to pull away from the Omega.  Harry's eyes widened as he swung his legs over to stand up from the bed.  Harry was so embarrassed; Draco shouldn't have let him sleep in. 

   "You should've woken me," Harry mumbled out his tone passive aggressive as he stomped his feet all the way to Draco's closet.  The Alpha was already dressed in light wash skinny jeans and a grey sweater and Harry was still in his borrowed pajamas. 

   "You needed the rest and I needed to go for a run."  Draco spoke helping Harry find a pair of cherry red joggers that weren't to baggy for the Omega.  Harry smiled his thanks as he slipped them on trying to ignore the hungry gaze from Draco as he did so. 

   "You ran in that?"  Harry asked glanced back at Draco's outfit as he searched for a light jumper in the huge closet.  Draco leaned back against one of his full-length mirrors and let out a soft chuckle at the Omega's question. 

   "For future reference when a Lycanthrope says they went for a run that usually involves their wolf form."  Draco spoke watching the Omega hold up a pale-yellow jumper as if asking for permission to wear it.  The blond Alpha nodded and watched as Harry pulled it over his head and began to try and tame his wild hair.  "You know I'm surprised it took you so long to figure out what I was."  Draco spoke pushing himself off the wall to grab his hairbrush off one of his shoe shelves.  Walking to stand next to his Omega, Draco handed the brush to him. 

   "Thanks," Harry spoke as he began to brush his hair into submission.  "It wouldn't have taken me so long if you would've just told the truth from the beginning."  Harry scolded the blond and Draco shrugged softly.  Harry watched the Alpha through the mirror as he continued to coax his hair to lay flat on his head.  Draco picked at nonexistent lint on his sweater and Harry smiled at how cute it was.  Since when did the all and mighty Draco Malfoy have nervous tendencies? 

   "I couldn't tell you until I was sure you were my fated."  Draco whispered glumly and Harry paused halfway through brushing his hair.  Confusion coated the Omega's face as he turned to lock eyes with Alpha's grey gaze.  There was that word again, fated he'd heard Isabelle use it in the Slytherin dorms when he first met her.  If Harry was ever meant to understand what it meant from a Lycanthrope's perspective it was now or never.