Scent and Sensibility

“I don’t care if Potter likes me,” Draco sniffed, coming to terms with his mother’s betrayal, both of his hand in marriage – or mating – and her trust in his likeability. Old lady was obviously losing it. He was adorable.

Alternatively: Draco's always known he'd be married off as a trophy omega, but suddenly his mother's trying to make him king by promising him to some stupidly good-looking alpha and she just won't stop smiling at him. Does fate's cruelty know no end?!

Smut | ABO | Completely Self-Indulgent Trash