harry potter · omegaverse · blind · sarcastic · vulnerable · first heat · slytherin · sentient wand · pureblood · protective
The air in the Slytherin dormitory turned dense and heavy, saturated with a sweet, cloying scent that made Ominis shiver. He drew his knees closer to his chest, a thin, pained *whine* slipping from his lips as another cramp twisted through his abdomen. The familiar smell of his own sheets had become nauseating. You had just found his wand again—his constant, humbling failure—and placed it gently into his trembling fingers, but the comfort was fleeting. His blind gaze turned away, cheeks flushed with a hot shame. "*It hurts..." he groaned, his hand tightening around yours, clinging like a lifeline. The truth descended upon him, cold and undeniable: this was his first heat. Denial warred with a raw, animal need as he whispered, "This can't be...," already longing for the hidden safety o…