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Neighbourhood Princess

“Fuck!”

That’s the only word Harry could use to express the situation he’s in, well other than screaming and throwing rocks like a primitive barbarian. But that option is looking tempting as the scorching sun continues to beat down onto him. Just his luck that the day his parents go on that weekend-long cruise is the day he forgets his keys.

He could go to his uncle’s house...but he hasn’t any money for the bus and he’d most likely faint before he reaches there if he travels on foot.

Ron’s? Chess club. Harry rather die then wait there.

Hermione’s? Her parents banned him and Ron from coming because of exams being “only 3 months away”. Whatever the fuck that meant.

There’s a bunch of other people he could ask but did he want to ask, is the problem. Harry then decided; he is just gonna have to die on his front yard and let the pigeons eat his remains.

“That’s a tad dramatic don’t you think?”

Harry shot up from his place in the dirt. From the ground, he couldn’t help but let his eyes trail from the bottom to the top of the voice’s body. Starting from his lilac adidas that led to a pair of long, pale legs; the slides were a matching set to the satin short-shorts—that not only shows off an illegal amount of smooth and pale skin but also stresses his curvy hips when being  pulled up so high; the last part of his seductive summer style is a white lace, tank top that is so translucent that it exposes the pink nipples and B-cup tits under them . The face is the real jaw-dropper if Harry is being honest. Pink, plump lips; a pointed yet perky nose; long, blonde lashes that canopied huge pools of molten silver; his whitish-blond hair, packed backwards to keep it from hiding any of his clear porcelain face.

Yes, Draco Malfoy was the definition of blond bombshell

People like Malfoy made Harry want to go to church just to thank God for making male omegas,  especially for making ones as sexy as Malfoy and letting him, not only attend his school but live in his estate.

“Well, are you gonna just stare at me, Potter?”

Harry rises to his feet as if levitating. He tries to look unbothered yet interested by casually placing his hands in his pocket but still leaning into Draco’s personal space. He licks his lips as he gives the beauty one more look over, “Probably. Tell me this Malfoy, which sane Alpha let you walk out of the house looking like that?”

Draco smirk is undoubtedly flirty, “My Daddy,  Potter.”

Harry takes this as an invitation to place a hand on the pale strip of skin peeking between Draco’s top and shorts and pulls the Omega towards him,  “I’d like to be your daddy.” He mumbles unconsciously as he leans into the graceful neck that’s releasing the entrancing scent. He is this close to sealing a kiss on to the pristine white skin, only being shoved away last minute.

“I’m your dreams.” Malfoy scoffs, looking proud of how horny he makes Harry, “now, why are you standing outside like a dickhead?” He asks to nonchalantly like Harry isn’t giving him a deadly glare.

This is the frustrating thing about Malfoy.  He seems to adore Harry’s attention, and he definitely wants Harry to fuck him but he’s such a tease—the type that says they will but never will do. It’s not like they haven’t done stuff together. Harry remembers both of them being snog buddies for the entire of last summer, Malfoy’s mouth has been on his dick many times before and Harry is not sure but he believes after getting wasted, at least 4 of his fingers have been inside Malfoy. At once.