✔My Saviour ||DRARRY||

My Saviour: Part 1

"Oh fuck!" I whispered. My eyes were wide and I was trembling so much I needed the table for support. My legs felt like a jelly jinx was used on them. I couldn't stop shaking.

It was dinnertime in the Great Hall, my 5th year and I was sitting at Gryffindor table with Hermione, Ron, Neville and Ginny. I had literally just came into my "second puberty" - where I find out my other "gender".

There are three types - Alpha, Beta and Omega. Most people are Betas but there are quite a few Alphas too. No one, absolutely no one, becomes an Omega. They are extinct. Also, very, very, very powerful. You can get some very powerful Alphas, but they cannot match an Omega's power. These types of Alpha are incredibly rare and it is thought that they were meant to be potential mates to the now non - existent Omegas.

"Harry mate? What's up? Are you okay?" Ron asks me with concern flickering through his eyes. "Um no, I'm feeling a little unwell guys. I think imma head to bed early tonight . Goodnight guys." I replied pushing back my chair and hopping to my feet.

Hermione gasped, "Harry!" I panicked. "What? What is wrong Mione??" My eyes must have shown fear and panic as she immediately stood up to calm me down. "No, no, Harry I'm fine. It's just, you look beautiful, angelic." She sighed. "I wish I could keep you." She was staring at me longingly now swaying slightly where she sat as if she was entranced.

Okay, what the fuck?

Neville, to my right gave me a sniff. "Yeah, Harry! You smell bloody gorgeous!!" He then reached out to me but was stopped when a hand came in between us. Immediately I felt safe but all the Gryffindor's growled at my saviour.

I frowned and turned to my saviour.

I took in the black, polished pointy shoes, the smart, pristine trousers and the required school shirt. I admired the way the trousers wrapped themselves around the males (for it must be a male by the way they dress) muscular legs and then I took in the school robe. Slytherin. Well, that explains the growls. I tilted my head up further to meet his eyes. Stormy grey, like a swirling pool of silver. My breath caught. Oh my. He was gorgeous and I must have made a noise because his eyes glittered slightly with amusement.

Then my world came crashing down and I gasped. I staggered backwards. I felt like a bucket of ice water just dumped itself on my head.

Slytherin, grey eyes, my whole house just growled at him, male and, now I actually look, striking platinum blond hair. This could only be one person: Draco Malfoy.