A/N: Hi all! First I want to apologize for taking so long on this chapter, real life really gets in the way, but I cant make too many excuses.

I also want to thank coffeeaddit91 for commenting on the last chapter. And to let you all know, this is the last chapter of To Bind Myself To You.

I'm also considering writing another Theodore/Harry fic thats much darker and much more NSFW.

As always, enjoy!

Chapter 4

It was warm. Soft and comfortable and warm.

Theodore had always craved this. The feeling of safety. Of home.

The brunet stirred, and when the warmth tightened around him, something hard pressing against the back of his thigh. He stiffened.

He wasn't alone and he was naked.

"Don't be scared," someone muttered behind him, snuggling closer, "I won't ever let anyone hurt you."

Theodore turned and found himself looking into the green eyes of Harry Potter. The omega's heart slammed in his chest, the memories quickly rushing back to him.

Theodore swallowed thickly, "Do you want me to help you with your problem?" He whispered.

Harry gave Theodore and odd look so the omega slip his hand down the alpha's firm stomach to his obvious erection pressing against the fabric of his trousers.

Harry gasped, his eyes darkening as Theodore stocked him through his trousers.

"No," Harry breathed, moving his lips closer to Theodore's, "it was about you."

Theodore inched closer, his nimble fingers working on the button and zipper of the offending article of clothing.

"That was last night," Theodore whispered, freeing Harry's length form his pants.

Fuck Potter was big.

The brunet wrapped his fingers around the black-haired boy's cock, starting a slow and steady rhythm. Harry gasped, his hips moving on their own accord.

"You'll go into heat," Harry said, his hand wrapping around Theodore's wrist.

"Maybe I want too."

Harry groaned. He pulled Theodore's hand away from his cock and kissed Theodore deeply. He slid his tongue against Theodore's lower lip, drawing a desperate wimpier from the omega.

"This isn't how it's done," Harry whispered, pulling away, "I want to do this right."

Theodore gave a mirthless laugh, "That doesn't apply to me. I'm dirty. Impure," he said, biting down on his cheek to keep his lip from quivering.

"It does," Harry whispered. He brought his hand up and ran his thumb across Theodore's lower lip leaning in for a soft, short kiss, "You're pure to me. You're my omega, and I want to start us off right."

Theodore gave a small nod, distracted by Harry's green eyes burning into his.

"Lets get you up," Harry whispered.

He stood and Theodore immediately missed his warmth. Harry tucked himself back into his trousers, his erection obvious. Once Harry had collected himself, he offered his hand to Theodore.

The brunet sat up, holding the duvet to his chest. He started at the offered hand for a beat before slipping his own into it. Harry smiled and pulled him up, encouraging him off the bed. The duvet fell onto the floor, Theodore now bared in front of the alpha once again. His eyes stayed glued to the floor.

Though he knew that Harry wouldn't hurt him, he wanted to hide himself away. To hide the scars that littered his body. Harry only gave him a sad smile. He picked up Theodore's shirt and draped it over the omega's shoulders.

"Come on, love," Harry whispered, "I'm sure Mistress doesn't want me to overstay my welcome."

Theodore slipped on the oxford, blushing when the alpha handed him his pants and trousers.

"I dont think that you could ever overstay your welcome," Theodore whispered, "they love you here. You saved us all."

Harry chuckled, pulling Theodore close for a slow, toe curling, kiss.

Theodore whimpered when the alpha moved away.

"Let's go."

Theodore was— begrudgingly— pulled towards the door.

"Are you going to come back?" Theodore asked, his heart slamming into his chest at the thought of the alpha abandoning him.

"I will be." Harry nodded, "I'll be at the gala next month and I was hoping you would do me the honor of being at my side."

The air was ripped out of his lungs.

"Yes," Theodore replied, "I would love too."

Harry beamed down at the omega, leaning down to place a soft kiss on Theodore's forehead.

The pair walked down the halls, and Theodore could feel Harry looking at him. It made his heart flutter in his chest, and by the time they got to the front parlor, Theodore was sure his heart would give out.

Mistress was sitting in the spacious room, drinking tea with Luna and Hermione Granger of all people.

Hermione was the first to notice Harry and Theodore enter the parlor. Her sharp dark brown eyes softened at the sight of Harry, a smile on her lips.

"Look who's decided to join the rest of society," Granger said. She stood, causing Theodore to flinch, his eyes darting to the ground.

He had forgotten that she herself was an alpha.

Harry threw his arm around Theodore's shoulders, "She won't hurt you," he said, "I wouldn't let her— not to mention she's pretty smitten with her beau."

Theodore cautiously looked up to the female alpha who stuck her tongue out at Harry.

"I was just leaving, anyway," Granger said. She turned to Mistress and gave the woman a curt nod, "Thank you for your advice."

Mistress gave a nod back, and Granger walked out after whispering a goodbye to Luna then Theodore, ignoring Harry all together.

"She's a strong one," Mistress said after the front door closed, "I take it she's not one to ask for advice often."

Harry and Theodore walked towards Mistress, Harry's arm still around Theodore. Mistress motioned for the two to sit, vanishing the old tea before calling for an elf for new tea.

"She is not," Harry responded, sitting on the plush couch. He turned to face the door where Granger exited, "Is she okay? I know that she's been struggling a bit lately."

A grin grew on the older woman's face, "Nothing that won't be too much an issue in a few months… well… not the same problem. I doubt that she would be unhappy about this new development."

Harry's face split into a wide smile, "Really?" he said. Harry scooted closer to the edge of his seat, "And you didnt tell her?"

Mistress chuckled, "I think I would much enjoy if she came back with the news. Her mate is sure to be excited."

Harry fell back into the couch, tears gathered in his eyes, "Uncle Harry," he whispered, "I like that."

Theodore watched Harry, his smile, and the way his eyes sparkled. Does Harry want a family? Theodore's heart stammered in his chest.

He could see Harry with a gaggle of children, some with black hair, others with brown.

The thought of having that with Harry made Theodore squirm in his seat. He didn't even know if he was good with children.

"So Mr. Potter," Mistress said, still smiling her sly smile, "How can I help you this morning. I imagine that you enjoyed your night."

Harry smirked and Theodore hoped that the ground would open up and swallow him whole. Would he tell Mistress that Theodore was the only one who enjoyed last night? Would he get in trouble?

Harry didn't react, instead he sat up a little straighter and cleared his throat. "I was actually going to ask if I could officially bind with Theodore at the next gala— that is, if Theodore accepts."

Harry's eyes snapped down to Theodore, and the omega could swear the hunger in the alpha's eyes was going to consume him.

He started to feel dizzy, and he could feel heat pooling in his belly.

"Well, Theodore," Mistress said, "What do you think?"

Theodore ripped his eyes away from Harry's to look at the Mistress, the woman who had save him time and time again.

"Yes— erm— I— I accept," Theodore said. He turned back to Harry, "Yes."

Mistress clapped, standing, "Excellent, in that case, you know the rules. Potter get out of my house!"

Harry stood and bowed to Mistress, then he turned to Theodore and gave a deeper bow, taking the omega's hand and kissing the tip of his fingers.

Harry saw himself out.

Mistress and Theodore stayed together in silence, the Mistress still standing regally.

"Are you happy Theodore?" She asked.

"I am," Theodore said, "I really am."

The older witch walked to Theodore and stretched out her hand. Theodore took it, and when he looked into her eyes, he swore he could see tears gathering.

"Let's start your preparations then," she said leading him up the stairs, "A month is long enough for us to prepare."

Theodore looked at Mistress with his brows drawn, but she interrupted before he had a chance speak.

"You might not be a traditional omega, but you are an omega none-the-less and will be treated as such." Mistress said sternly, "Now, I'm pretty sire a lavender bath awaits you."

Theodore followed. And the days of floral baths, quite compilation, and the anticipation. The manor was buzzing with the news that Theodore Nott, the abused omega son of a Death Eater, was to be mate bound to the Harry Potter.

Most days Theodore could believe it, but before he knew, it was the night of the gala, and Mistress was in his chambers ready for what was to come.

As was tradition, Mistress dressed him in robes of her choosing, silken white robes. She sat him in front of the vanity and combed his hair back while she talked.

"I would usually talk to young omegas about their first heat, and new feelings they would have after they're marked but I dont need to have that with you." Mistress said as she finished Theodore's hair.

Theodore's lip quivered. He knew he wasn't clean, that he had been marked so many times that you couldn't tell one bite mark from others on some parts of his body.

"I know," Theodore whispered.

"It's not a bad thing" Mistress said, "because now you're here, and now you have a true alpha. I just wanted to tell you— to warn you— that if you feel like Potter is going too fast. That you're frightened. You can tell him to slow."

Mistress looked at Theodore through the reflection of the mirror.

"Potter is a good man," Mistress said, "and if he ever hurts you, you can come to me and I will kill him. "

Theodore would have given a watery laugh if Mistress didnt look so serious.

He knew that omegas like Mistress, the widowed, powerful kind who took other under their wing, would protect their chosen omegas no matter what. Theodor was lucky enough to be one of them.

"Thank you," Theodore said, "for everything."

Mistress nodded and gestured for him to stand.

"I'll be waiting outside for you, take a moment to compose yourself and we will walk down."

Theodore watched Mistress leave and when the door finally closed, he turned to look at himself in the mirror.

He looked different, the white fabric of his robes making him glow in the candle light. He took a deep breath, and before he could get cold feet, he met Mistress in the hallway and together they walked to the ballroom, where the gala was already in full swing.

His hands started to shake. His heart beat quickly in his chest.

Theodore found Harry almost immediately, he was confident, and everyone around him seemed so small in comparison. He was surrounded by his friends, Granger stood with Draco whispered quietly to the female alpha, and Weasley stood with Astoria, his hand protectively around his shoulder.

Then he spotted them, the entire Weasley clan watching him, evident.

The display didn't comfort him at all. What if they didnt like him?

When Harry saw Theodore, he bid his friends goodbye and headed towards the white clad omega.

Both Weasley and Granger gave Harry a wicked grin.

But Theodore took the time to take in the alpha. He was dressed sharp, wearing dark robes, his hair still wild and unruly as it's always been.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked once he reached the omega.

Theodore swallowed thickly, "Can we dance first?" he asked, "I'm quite nervous."

Harry's eyes softened, "Of course," he whispered, "whatever you like."

Theodore took Harry's hand and allowed himself to be spun around the dance floor. Theodore felt free, and the stress for what was to come vanished.

Song after song, Harry twirled his omega on the dance floor, and when Theodore asked for rest, Harry stopped and led Theodore to his friends with a mental tug.

"Let me get you a drink," Harry whispered into Theodore's hair before giving him a kiss.

"Okay," Theodore whispered.

The moment Harry had walked away, the Weasley matriarch engulfed him.

"Welcome to the family," she whispered into his ear.

"Thank you," Theodore whispered, gasping at the strength of the woman's hold.

"Molly, dear," Mr. Weasley said, "let go of the poor boy."

Molly did so, patting the corners of her eyes, "Sorry, dear. I'm just so excited."

Theodore gave an understanding smile, and one by one, all the Weasleys greeted him. He was in the middle of a conversation with the dragon hunter when someone tapped his shoulder.

Draco Malfoy.

"Can we talk?" Draco asked, his cheeks tinged pink.

Theodore nodded, "Of course."

The omega bid the Weasley's a brief goodbye before stepping away with Draco. They walked to the outdoor balcony away from the crowd.

"How have you been?" Draco asked, leaning against the stone column.

Theodore gave a small smile, "I'm doing well— a lot of changes."

Draco hummed.

They fell into a silence and the omega took the opportunity to look at the garden bellow.

"I'm sorry, Theo," Draco finally said.

Theodore's head snapped towards the blond, "What ever for?"

"We should have found you sooner— I— we should have tried harder," Draco rushed out, his emotion rising to the surface.

Theodore waited until his friend was down before he pulled the bond into a tight, lung crushing, hug.

"I dont blame you, Draco," Theodore said into the other man's hair, "all the people I blame are dead or in Azkaban."

A wrenched sound came from Draco's chest and he held Theodore harder.

A moment later they pulled away from each other. Both of their eyes red. Draco squeezed Theodore's shoulders softly and gave him a lopsided smile and sniffled.

"Im glad you're back, and I'm glad that you and Potter are making it official," Draco said, "the git has been talking about you non-stop for months."

A blush grew on Theodore's face, "Really?"

Draco snorted, the arrogant ass Theodore knew at Hogwarts coming back.

"All the time," Draco said, "I swear to Merlin, when you had left him at the last gala, he spent the whole month wallowing around like a kicked puppy."

Theodore's heart dropped, "Really?"

"Yeah— Hermione gave him a good talking too. She's been quite testy these last few weeks and now we're here." Draco said, "And I'm happy— that we're here."

Theodore nodded and gave his old friend a beaming smile.

Partially because he was glad to have his friend back.

But also because it seemed as though they hardened yet figured out why Granger was 'testy'.

How thick were these two?

"Having a nice time, gentlemen?" A voice said.

Theodore turned to find Harry standing at the entrance, two flutes in hand. He handed Theodore a glass of champagne took a sip for himself.

"I'll leave you two to it," Draco said with a slight bow, "I have to go find my wife."

Draco walked briskly past the alpha, immediately rushing towards Granger when she pulled her wand on Cormac McLaggan.

"Is everything alright?" Harry whispered, throwing his arm around Theodore's shoulders.

"Everything's perfect," Theodore whispered. Theodore let his head fall onto Harry's shoulder, "Do they really not know yet?" He asked, gesturing towards Draco who was talking to Hermione after Ron had pulled McLaggan away.

"No," Harry said with a chuckle, "they have no clue. Im pretty sure Astoria knows, and I know Molly does, but I think they want Hermione to figure it out— I mean— how much longer will it take? She'll be showing soon." A sullen look fell over Harry's features, "I think they dont want hope— Hermione was told she couldn't have children— so maybe it's too good to believe."

"Oh." Theodore said, "Is that something that you want? Children?"

Harry gave Theodore a soft look, "Yes," he said, "I have a godson, and I've always wanted a big family," Harry paused, "Do you want children?"

Theodore took a sip of his champagne and answered honestly, "I dont know— I never thought I would have the opportunity— maybe in the future."

Harry buried his nose in Theodore's hair.

They started like that for a moment, taking each other in before Theodore could gather the courage to speak.

He moved closer to Harry and swallowed, "I think I'm ready now."

Harry looked down to him with wide eyes, "Really?" he whispered.

Theodore nodded, "Take me upstairs?"

Harry gave a wide smile and butterflies fluttered in Theodore's sumach at the look. Harry took the omega's hand and pulled him inside. The two went up the stairs and Theodore gave a final look to Mistress who was watching form afar. She gave him a curt nod, and just like that, Theodore was whisked away.

"Let's go to my chambers," Theodore whispered, pulling Harry down the hall.

Theodore opened his room door with a shake-y hand. He swallowed and willed himself to calm down.

But alas, that wasn't happening.

He doesn't remember all the alphas who had marked him, claimed him as their own, but he remembers the first and he remembers the last.

Neither were pleasant.

Theodore pulled Harry inside, shutting the door behind him. He kept his back to the door, the cool wood pressed against his back grounding him.

"Theodore," Harry whispered, his grin dropping. He reached out but paused when Theodore winced, "Are you okay?"

The omega nodded, "I am— I'm nervous."

Harry nodded, "We don't have to do this today, we can wait."

Theodore shook his head, "I want to do this today, please?"

Harry's shoulder's sagged, he walked forward and pushed Theodore's shin up, "Tell me what to do."

Theodore's heart pounded for another reason entirely.

"Can I take your clothes off?" Theodore asked.

Harry's eyebrows jumped but he nodded. Theodore gave a shy smile and put his hand on Harry's chest, pushing him further into the room unit they were standing at the food of his bed.

Theodore started with Harry's outer robes, unbuttoning his jacket and dropping it to the ground. Next was Harry's tie, and as Theodore's nimble fingers worked, he could feel the alpha's eyes on him.

Theodore was sure he would fall into heat any moment.

The omega untucked the alpha's oxford, slowly unbuttoning from the bottom up. At the very top of Harry's shirt, Theodore undid the final button, sliding his hands underneath the white oxford, feeling the muscles that lay there. Theodore slid his hands over Harry's shoulders and let the shirt fall to the ground.

Merlin, Harry was fit.

Theodore leaned in liked a stripe over the alpha's nipple causing the man to groan. He tasted like the earth, like something that was almost sweet but savory all at once.

"Tease," Harry muttered.

Theodore looked up, his eyes connecting with Harry's.

He was shaking, they both were.

"I wanted to know how you taste," Theodore whispered.

A growl rose from Harry's chest, he pulled Theodore to him and tried to kiss him. Theodore pulled his mouth away.

"I'm not done undressing you yet," he whispered.

Harry begrudgingly stepped back. He took a deep breath and nodded, signaling that Theodore could continue.

Theodore's hands were on his belt in and instant, releasing it from its loops and unzipping the alpha's trousers, leaving Harry in his underwear.

Theodore purled his fingers under the waistband let them fall, the omega fell to his knees along with them.

"Theo—" Harry stuttered, but was cut off when Theodore took hold of his member and started to stroke him.

The strangled sound that came from Harry was one of the most beautiful he's ever heard.

A bead of pre-cum gathered on the tip of Harry's cock. Theodore leaned over and sucked the head.

Harry hissed, his thighs quaking.

Theodore knew how to do this. It was what other alphas used him for.

Theodore sucked him deeper, using his hand to pump Harry's length. The alpha's hand found the brunets hair.

"Stop," he said, just as his breathing became erratic, "I'm going to cum."

Theodore didn't have to pull away, Harry tugged him gently by the hair. Harry grasped his upper arm and pulled him up, smashing his lips to Theodore's.

"It's your turn," Harry gasped, pulling his lips away from Theodore's.

The omega didn't have a chance to speak before Harry started undressing him, his strong hands brushing against Theodore's scarred skin.

His jacket, oxfords, trousers, and pants all discarded accordingly, leaving Theodore naked.

Harry didnt waste any time, his hands were on Theodore, his lips following suit, but he never pushed farther than a simple kiss out touch.

Theodore felt his cock swell at the soft touches, the gentle groans and moans that left his alpha.

"Harry," Theodore whispered, "I need you."

Harry looked down at Theodore with darkened eyes.

Theodore swallowed thickly and moved away, crawling atop the bed, his chest to duvet while his ass was pushed into the air.

"Harry," Theodore whispered, falling into a haze.

And he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Until Theodore finally—finally— felt Harry's hands on the swell of his ass, stroking the skin before parting his cheeks to expose his most private spot.

Theodore was panting, his heat threatening to drown him.

He felt the blunt end of Harry's finger, working into him slowly, Theodore gasped and pushed back, moaning when Harry added a second finger stretching him. Theodore pushed back again, pulling Harry's fingers in deeper.

"You're so tight, love" Harry whispered, "I don't want to hurt you."

Theodore hummed, "Don't stop," he rasped, "please, don't stop."

A third finger was added.

Theodore screamed when Harry curled his fingers to stoke his prostate, making the omega moan and gasp the more he added pressure. Theodore gathered the duvet into his fist, gripping the fabric as he moaned into his.

Harry moving when Theodore gave particularly long moan.

"Did I hurt you?" Harry asked.

Theodore shook his head, his body demanding more.

"I need more," Theodore gasped, "please."

Harry pulled his fingers out and Theodore was sure he would cry at the loss.

That was until he felt Harry inch his cock into him.

Theodore's back arched, his breathing hitching at the burn.

And to his utter pleaser, Harry bottomed out, filling him completely. Harry leaned over, balancing his weight on his hand and brought his lips to Theodore's ear.

"Can you feel how all you are?" Harry whispered, "Can you take it?"

The omega nodded, panting into the mattress bellow. He could feel the alpha's laugh vibrate against his back. Harry wrapped his free arm around Theodore's waist and pulled him up onto his knees, keeping him flush against Harry. Theodore's head lolled to the side, and when Harry started to rock his hips, the omega whined.

Theodore rose his arms and buried his hands in Harry's hair, making him growl deeply. Harry reached around with other hand and took hold of the omega's cock, his hand flying up and down Theodore's shaft in line with his thrusts.

Harry started to grunt, his thrusts quickly becoming erratic.

"Can I knot you?" Harry panted into Theodore's hair.

"Yes," the omega responded. He was so close to the edge, he needed a little more, "Pleasepleaseplease."

Harry's hip stuttered, warmth filling Theodore as the alpha's cock started to swell.

Theodore saw white, his mouth open in a silent scream, spilling himself over the sheets below.

Harry bit down on the back of Theodore's shoulder, here it curved up to his neck. Theodore screamed again, this time loudly as a second orgasm crashed over him.

He was careful to not collapse onto the omega, instead falling in his side, pulling Theodore closer, his knot still inside him.

Theodore felt a draft move over his sweat covered skin causing him to shiver.

"Are you okay?" Harry whispered, kissing and licking his bite mark.

Theodore sighed, "Full." He mumbled.

Harry chuckled, "Are you now?"

He rolled his hips. Theodore moaned.

"Yes," Theodore breathed.

"Good," Harry muttered, "my sweet, sweet mate."

Theodore hummed, and in minutes he was floating between awake an asleep. He felt Harry soften inside him and pull out, sitting up to pull a blanket over them.

And when the morning broke, there was a beautiful arrangement of flowers; roses, sunflowers, and more, sitting on the night stand, a note saying a simple 'Congratulations.' signed by the mistress.

Congratulations indeed, Theodore thought as he turned to place a soft kiss on Harry's lips, pushing the alpha onto his back to stratal him, congratulations indeed.

End.