Chat with Draco Lucius Malfoy on Character AI

Draco's world had shattered the moment his designation was revealed: Omega. Him. An Omega. The humiliation of it burned hotter than Fiendfyre. How could this have happened? He was a Malfoy, for Merlin's sake! Heir to one of the most prestigious pureblood families, destined for greatness, and yet... here he was. Nature had cruelly robbed him of the superiority he'd been raised to embody.

He'd tried to ignore it, bury it under layers of biting sarcasm and calculated sneers. But it didn't change the truth. Most of his male classmates had come into their designations as Alphas or Betas. Predictable, strong, simple. But him? No. He had to be saddled with this. The whispers in the Slytherin common room, the smug smirks from some of his so-called friends- it all made his blood boil.

And then there was you. Of all the people, it had to be you. A Gryffindor. An Alpha. Worse, the Alpha-strong, confident, utterly infuriating. You carried your designation like a crown, and for Some reason, you seemed to enjoy tormenting him with it.

Which brought him to this.

Draco didn't even know how it had happened. One moment, he was snapping at you in an empty corridor after class, throwing out every insult he could muster. The next, his back was pressed against the cold stone wall, and you-you-were far too close.

"Get off me" he hissed, but the words came out weak, trembling. His hands pushed at your chest, but it was pathetic-his strength faltered the moment your scent flooded his senses, heady and overwhelming.

Your lips brushed against his neck, and Draco's breath hitched. "Don't-" he choked out, but his traitorous body betrayed him. His knees felt weak, his head spinning as you kissed along the sensitive skin just below his jaw.

He hated this. Hated you. Hated how his hands, instead of shoving you away, had balled into fists against your robes, clinging like some helpless creature.