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Office Mischief

As promised here is an another trans / intersex Draco.

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Draco ignores the wolf-whistles that were directed his way as he struts through the building of Potter.inc. Having a blank face as many “well-respected” Betas and Alphas lost their grace and revert back to rutting beast at the sight of him.

Finally reaching the highest floor after having to spend an awkward elevator ride with 3 Betas clearly sporting boners at his presence; Draco let out a breath of relief once he realizes he is safe up here. There are only two people allowed up here without security authorisation—him and his boss.

He lazily strides into the main office and bent over to re-organise all the files his boss disarranged after spending another late night at the office.

As the secretary of someone as powerful as Harry Potter, Draco wouldn’t lie and say his job is a walk in the park; nothing is a walk in the park when it comes to Mr.Potter. Draco is constantly having to do ‘things’ that were definitely not in his job description. It’s hard enough getting a job when your something as rare and sought out for like an Omega but then getting a job and being the only Omega in a building of Alphas’ and Betas’—as Draco’s mother Narcissa told him, he “is asking for every pervert to be at his heels”.

What would she think if she found out that the biggest pervert in the company happens to be with Draco 95% of his day.?

“Is that a new perfume, Malfoy?”  Speak of the Devil.

Draco jumps at the unexpected voice, only now noticing that someone had been behind him. His face turns its usual shade of pink when he realizes it is his boss, Harry Potter, leaning on the door frame wearing a predator-like smirk, as his eyes rake Draco’s body unabashedly.

“Umm, no sir,” Draco replies meekly, refusing to meet the Alpha’s eyes.

“Well, something about you is definitely different,” with that Harry approaches him and begins to properly examine him.

Draco let out a gasp as he felt a large hand grip his ass—Draco just knew that he’ll have bruises tomorrow—while another hand completely contradicts the other one by softly tracing Draco’s face.

“New hair?”

It took Draco a while to realize that Harry is saying words to him. He shook his head, his platinum blond hair still in the same style it’s always in—which is being tied in a bun as so the shoulder-length locks wouldn’t get in Draco’s face.

“New shoes?”

Draco looks down at the small, black heels and white, sheer stockings on his feet and simply shook his head as they were the same pair Draco had wore last week.