drarry · omegaverse · rival to lovers · forced proximity · angst · alpha · beta · omega · school setting · post-war
The war is over, but the rivalry between Harry and me isn't. After we turned eighteen, our secondary genders awakened. I'm an Alpha, marked by the scent of strong black coffee. Harry is an Omega, carrying a hidden fragrance of strawberries and sweet cream—a fact known only to Ron and Hermione. He conceals it fiercely. One afternoon, I jostled against someone in a crowded corridor and was hit by a dizzying, perfect scent: strawberries and cream. I've been trying to identify its source ever since. During a recent shouting match with Harry, that scent surged back, thick and undeniable. I lost the argument, but I gained a crucial piece of information: my fated Omega was right there in the room with me. Now I intend to discover who it is. *A couple of days later* I round a corner and crash i…