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Because We Are Snakes	By : Setsuna24 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 44500 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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Because We Are Snakes – The Sweet Temptation

No one could figure out his strange reaction to the poison or why the potions they kept giving him appeared not to be working. Dumbledore hovered around him, putting his face next to Harry’s again and again, asking questions he could not hope to answer and Snape stood in the background looking over the results of Pomfrey’s diagnostic spells.

It went on for hours.

He was in the Hospital Wing. Still.

It had taken forever to calm with retching and Pomfrey thought it was a new type of poison in his system because not even a Bezoar could stop him from wanting to puke out his empty stomach. Two fucking painful hours and finally Dumbledore had decided he had better things to do than to see Harry roll around on the bed, trying to cover his head with the pillow almost smothering himself in his attempt to escape that terrible smell.

Once Dumbledore had left he had finally started to come down from his fit under the panicking care of Madam Pomfrey, who thought she had finally found the right combination for potions for his afflictions.

Harry had been exhausted then, his abdominal muscles hurt something awful, and he was still hungry.

He attempted several hours later to leave the Wing to go hunt for some unfortunate creature to fill his need but the infuriating woman was adamant to keep him in her sight. She went as far as practically shoving a Sleeping Draught on him and he ended up sleeping the whole day away.

Before the egg, he had been able to go a minimum of two weeks without eating flesh. Once, because he had been punished for Dudley breaking one of Aunt Petunia’s ugly teacups, he had gone close to a month without meat. He had not been then in that sort of desperation and hunger he had experienced when he was in the Hall during breakfast. He had not reacted as strongly to anyone as he had done once he smelled Snape either. He had thought that now that he had laid the egg things were going to go back to that, how wrong he had been, and his mistake almost caused him to jump the man right then. He honestly did not know how he had found the strength to stay sitting down but he was sure if it had not been for the intervention of Dumbledore’s foul smell he would have killed anyone who stood between the Potion’s Master and himself. In a way it had been a luck intervention.

He remembered that during the time with the egg inside him it had taken him less time before he felt the need to eat, going so far as considering eating relatives or neighbors at some points. Mrs. Figg did lose some of her cats during those times once or twice. He had hope that without the egg inside him needing constant nourishment he would have more time to find a proper meal but it appeared that his oversight in taking care of his needs had almost cost him dearly. It seemed the phrase he had sometimes heard from the new mothers in Privet Drive was actually true… pregnancy did terrible things to your body and changed it from what it was before.

Who would have thought?

Promfrey had caught him again in an attempt to leave the Hospital Wing and now he sat on the bed hungry and desperate. He needed to get out and eat something before he did something drastic about it.

It was close to six in the afternoon, too early to try again to slip out and he was still tired from his ordeal. Maybe, if he slept for five or six hours it would be easier to slip out once everyone was asleep? He hoped his body could hold on just a bit longer and his mind didn’t slip into that predatory instinctual setting it had taken to since the egg.

He should just stop hoping… that shit never helps.

Sometime after midnight that night a creature of pure instinct and hunger woke up. It crept down the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with single minded purpose and intent. The creature kept to the shadows as all seasoned predators did when wanting to ambush their prey.

It followed the many beckoning smells, trying to decide which one would be the best to sink his teeth into, switching from following one to following another more tempting smell once he came across it. Then, those smells led him to a fabulously tantalizing one, so rich and so delicious.

He followed it, up and down hallways through all the paths it had taken hours before. In the end it led to the dungeons, behind a heavy wooden door.

How could it be that the meal he so desired was kept from him by a simple door and he just could not get to it. He tried all he could to open the door but nothing helped, then, sweet merciful luck… a small snake etched on the doorknob… a whispered command to open… and he crept through darkened rooms, silent as a shadow.

His meal.

It slept soundly on a large bed under black satin sheets, a small vial of a mild sleep potion on the side table.

The man had his arm lying over his closed eyes and flat on his side. His shirtless chest showed many old scars and a dark image marred the flesh on his left arms while dark hair fanned like a halo around the pale face. His pajama pants rode low on his hips exposing a tempting ‘V’ shape and treasure trail leading down. That marvelous smell permeated every part of the room and was strongest on the bed, his mouth watered and filled with poison at once. His eyes turned golden and slit like the snake he was.

Silent naked feet led the predator forward and he crept slowly onto the bed, so carefully it made no noise or movement as he settled straddling the man’s waist.

He leaned forward and extended his tongue between his pointed fangs, he needed to taste that skin, see if it tasted as good as it smelt. So he licked the man, up the side of his neck and his chin and cheek… he tasted better than he smelt and that was just his skin! He could only imagine how wonderful the flesh would taste once he tore into it.

His mouth opened wide, preparing to sink poisonous teeth into that beating jugular… and suddenly clarity came to his mind like a crashing freight train.

Harry properly freaked out then.

He screamed and threw himself into the shadows for cove and ran even as the woken man searched for his wand under his pillow then came out searching for the trespasser to his sanctum.

It was a good thing that Harry knew all the secret paths and shortcuts in the castle which led him in record time back to his bed in the Hospital Wing where he threw himself under the sheets and continued to freak out while the castle was roused at Snape’s demand.

First thing in the morning he would go into the kitchen and steal some raw meat to tie him over until he had a chance to slip out and kill something big that would hopefully last him a few days. From now on he would be more careful about his needs and not ignore them or set them aside.

It would be horrible to do so again.
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