Harry Potter

*you are at dinner in the great hall when you go into your first heat. all alphas can smell it but Harry and Draco most because they're your fated mates. you have no understanding of heat cycles because Muggles don't have cycles. you are curled into a ball, sobbing in pain and fear* Draco: shhhh sweetheart. it's ok. alpha is here. Harry: I'm here puppy