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Strange Seduction	By : TransientTemptation Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 163157 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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It took some time for Harry to calm down and get dressed again. He didn’t really want to go back to the Burrow but he had to get James before fleeing home. Because that was where he wanted to be. He didn’t want Molly or Hermione or anyone else to dote on him at the moment. He just wanted to be alone and try to pull the pieces of himself back together on his own. It had been far worse to be raped by that stalker woman than it had to be touched by the incubus. That didn’t make sense to Harry but he attributed it to the fact that he’d enjoyed the incubus even if it was somewhat drug-induced enjoyment. He hadn’t enjoyed that woman bouncing on him in the least.
Snape was uncharacteristically patient while Harry shakily got dressed. All the taller man did was tie up the stalker and then wait. Once Harry was dressed, Snape wrapped an arm around the younger man. Harry didn’t bother to protest the unnecessary touch. Just a hand on his shoulder would have worked fine but Harry found he needed the extra comfort that his once most hated teacher gave him. He even found his hand tightening around a bit of Snape’s robes without his conscious thought about it.
The world compressed uncomfortable before the cabin disappeared. It was only a brief moment before the world relaxed and they were suddenly standing outside of the Burrow. Harry swallowed hard before pulling away from Snape and heading up towards the house. Snape followed silently at a few steps behind the Man-Who-Lived.
Harry barely took three steps into the kitchen before Molly was on him instantly. “Oh, Harry! We were so worried! It’s been hours. Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?”
“I’m fine,” Harry answered though it lacked any real conviction. “I think I’m going to go home though. Sorry Molly,” he said as he carefully side stepped her and headed towards the nearest stairs. He heard a few brief words in the kitchen, no doubt Molly and Snape talking, but he didn’t bother to listen to what was being said. He just wanted to go home and take a few very hot showers. He couldn’t deal with trying to fake holiday cheer right now. Not after what happened.
Harry entered the makeshift nursery and reached into the bassinette on the far wall. James was still sleeping as Harry picked him up and rested the boy against his chest and grabbed his nearby diaper bag. James didn’t stir but his little hand grabbed Harry’s robes instantly.
The savior closed his eyes and allowed himself to take comfort in the boy that was clinging to him, gently stroking his hair back and lowering his face into the baby’s small shoulder. It was surprisingly comforting to hold the boy so close. After a moment, Harry lifted his head and wiped his somewhat watery eyes before leaving the nursery. He grabbed the second bag he’d brought from the bed he’d been supposed to use during his stay and then made his way downstairs. “Harry, dear, are you sure you don’t want to stay?” Molly asked, clearly worried.
“I’m sure,” Harry replied as he grabbed a handful of floo powder from the mantle. “I’m not going to be much fun and I don’t want to ruin everyone’s holiday.”
Molly shook her head. “Harry, you could never ruin things for us.”
Harry attempted to give her a smile. “I just want to be alone at home for a while,” he told her before throwing the powder into the fire. Instantly, the flames turned green instead of orange. “I’ll be there if you need me.” He stepped into the flames and called out his home and a moment later he was stepping out of the fireplace in his own living room.
He brushed the soot off of himself slightly before putting his bags down. The problem with floo powder was the ash got everywhere. Luckily a few wand swipes cleaned the furniture and bags. James, however, he’d have to give an actual bath to. It wasn’t generally a good idea to use spells to clean babies. Harry started for the bathroom but stopped when he spotted a familiar figure standing in the doorway of his kitchen. “Why are you here?”
“It’s a favor to a friend,” Draco replied as he stepped forward. “To help take care of his son tonight so you can do whatever you need to do,” he added, nodding to the baby in Harry’s arms.
Harry swallowed hard and couldn’t help but tighten his grip on James. “How would he even know?” He wouldn’t bother to question if Draco knew what happened or not. He didn’t want to know if his greatest school rival and occasional desperate fuck knew what happened in that cabin. The fact that Harry’s incubus apparently knew that Harry would need help at all was slightly more pressing in his mind.
Draco shrugged. “You feed off a person long enough you start to grow a connection to them. At least we do. I don’t know what happened and I won’t ask. Not even sure if he knows what happened other than it’s shaken you. So, you go get yourself together however you have to and I’ll look after James. He could probably use an Incubus energy now and again anyway,” Draco reasoned though he didn’t reach for James. He seemed to be content to wait for Harry to hand him over.
“So he doesn’t know what happened?” Harry asked softly.
“He might. Depends on how strong a connection he’s built. We’ve had enough tosses that I can tell you’re upset but only because I’m standing this close to you. If I were home right now I’d be completely oblivious,” Draco answered, seemingly unbothered by Harry’s questions for once. “But you really should go relax. You’re shaking.”
Harry looked down at himself and realized that his hands really were shaking. James shifted uneasily and Harry took a slow breath to try and calm down. Finally, he gently pried James’ hand off his shirt and handed the boy over to the Malfoy heir. “I’ll be in the bathroom.” Draco nodded some as he carefully shifted James into a better position to be held.
Harry only gave the man another short glance before heading into the bathroom and stripping out of his clothes. He turned on the water and cranked it up to the hottest he could before getting under the spray. His skin turned bright red instantly as the soot and ash started to wash away. Harry closed his eyes and turned his face upwards to meet the spray but all he could do for several moments was stand there. It didn’t seem real. Like it couldn’t possibly have actually happened.
Things like that didn’t happen to him. He had fought countless dark wizards and killed one of the worst ever. One single witch with a hunk of wood shouldn’t have been able to do that! Harry wasn’t a helpless little boy! He’d gotten out of worse places than that and yet he’ been unable to save himself. That just didn’t seem to sink in properly.
Harry found himself working on autopilot as he washed the soot off of his body and from his hair. He didn’t even notice the amount of steam filling the room or the time passing as he continued to wash himself even after the soot was gone. His head was throbbing and he was only vaguely aware of his skin starting to sting. It was going from bright pink to a deeper red as he continued to scrub himself.
Suddenly, two strong arms wrapped around him and pinned his arms to his own body. “Enough, Harry. You’re making yourself bleed.”
Harry blinked and slowly the world came back into focus. He was staring at the bottom of the tub suddenly and he could see pinkish water racing towards the drain. The water wasn’t hot anymore and he shivered. The shiver quickly turned to outright shaking and Harry’s knees suddenly gave out entirely.
He collapsed but the strong body behind him went with him, gently lowering him to the bottom of the tub and keeping him from getting hurt. Harry realized that water was dripping from his eyes even though it was hitting the backside of his head from how he was bent over. He was crying though he didn’t know when he’d started. He closed his eyes tightly as more tears continued to escape. The shaking turned the tears into outright sobs and Harry grabbed a hold of the arms wrapped around him.
Thick, surprisingly warm, tentacles wrapped around Harry’s shivering body and pulled him closer to the man holding him. Harry didn’t bother to protest and just turned into the chest beside his head. The tendrils tightened around him as the water pouring over them stopped.
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