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Engorgio	By : constantvigilance Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 19721 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Engorgio Part 3

Author: Constant Vigilance

Status: WIP

Email: tirel@pcnuthut.com

Website: http://www.angelfire.com/tv2/firebird_ascending/

Rating: NC-17 overall

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Spoilers: AU. Characters aged up
to age of consent.

Warnings: Slash

Disclaimer: I own nothing. JKR is
God.

Summary: Vince casts an
enlargement spell�on the wrong person.

Notes: This came from a Spam
Challenge on After Class @ yahoo. WittchWay had just about enough of Enlarge
Your Penis! Spammers and suggested we use their nefariousness against them. I
changed the pairing but the idea remains hers.

As the door closed behind
the other Slytherins, Draco heaved a relieved sigh. He wasn�t sure how he felt
yet about his improved appendage. On one hand, he was a man. What man didn�t
want to be the envy of all other men in the cock size department? But then, he
had a hard enough time chasing off the vultures like Pansy and Blaise without
having the equivalent of a third leg in his trousers.

His trousers.

He got to his feet and
tilted his head thoughtfully. Would they even fit anymore? He tugged his pants
up, boxers thank Merlin, and attempted to find a comfortable position for his
member. He tucked it in, pointing to his left side as normal, and frowned when
he realized that it now wrapped halfway round his hip. He untucked and
maneuvered it to hang loose down his left leg. With an �hmph,� he pulled his
trousers up.

He turned this way and
that, noting with irritation that his inner left leg now looked deformed. Then
he bent over. The howl that escaped him was shrill as the crease of his
trousers practically cut his new tool in half. Hurriedly, he straightened back
up, biting his lip to keep from screeching again. With a slight growl, he
hauled the meaty thing up and pressed it against his belly, pointing straight
up�and then stared in dismay at the top third of his cock sticking out of the
waistband.

Frustrated, he shoved at
it, squishing it down into the boxers. Nodding in satisfaction at having
defeated the fleshy monstrosity, he attempted to close his trousers. Attempted
being the key word. No matter how hard he tugged on the sides of his trousers,
they refused to close over the ample addition. He knew that there were spells
to refit clothing. After all, how else did Malkin get her robes to fit so
perfectly? But as he was neither a robe designer nor a house elf, he didn�t
know them.

He stomped about the dorm
for a few more minutes, cursing Crabbe under his breath, before deciding �fuck
it.� He closed his robe, buttoned it securely and stood sideways in the mirror
to see the effect. �Oh, honey, it�s a crying shame to cover that up!� the
mirror whistled. Shooting a glare at the offending glass, he set off in search
of the one man who could help him�Professor Snape.

He should have remembered
that to get to Snape's office, one had to travel through the common room. From
the interested eyes and under-the-breath catcalls, Draco could only assume that
the news had already begun to spread. He sent a snarl at the underclassmen,
scattering them to the four winds, but his own year refused to be cowed. Their
wolf whistles echoed in his ears as he slammed the common room door behind him.

He should have also
recalled that after the common room there was a long hallway. A hallway filled
with yet more people who had apparently heard of his dilemma. He held his head
up high and his hands down low as he traversed the long hall down to the safety
of the Potions Master�s office. He knocked firmly and waited for the deep voice
to call out, �Enter.�

As smoothly as he was
able, he opened the office door, stepped inside and then shut it carefully. He
then collapsed against the door and kicked his foot backwards, hearing a
satisfying thump as it contacted with the oaken wood.

�Mr. Malfoy,� Snape raised
an eyebrow. �Is there a reason that you are attempting to scuff my door?�

�You have to help me,
Sir,� Draco whimpered, moving closer to Snape's desk. �Vince cast a spell on me
and now I have this�this problem. And everyone knows and they�re all looking at
me and whistling at me and trying to touch me. And�and I can�t close my
trousers, Sir! You have to do something!�

Snape raised his other
brow and slowly rose to his feet. �Mr. Crabbe cast a spell on you?� Draco
nodded, a pained look on his face. �And what exactly was the spell he cast?�

�It was Engorgio
stabilis, Sir.� Snape's eyes grew wide.

�Do you know what that
does, boy?� he demanded. Draco looked helplessly up at his professor and let
his robes fall open. Snape seemed to choke for a moment, his previously wide
eyes beginning to protrude out as he took in the extraneous amount of flesh
causing the bulge in his boxers. �I...I see that you do,� he said, his voice
cracking a bit.

�Please, Sir,� Draco
clasped his hands together. �Can you do something?�

�Well,� Snape said, moving
closer, his eyes never leaving Draco's new and improved cock. �I do believe
that you will have to wait it out. The spell requires at least six months of
recovery time between castings or counterings. Otherwise impotency occurs.�
Draco looked horrified. �Do calm down, boy,� Snape drawled. �It�s not as though
it were the end of the world. Most men would envy you your new�appearance.�

�Perhaps so, Sir,� Draco
sniffed sadly. �But I just want my old bits back. I hate everyone ogling my
co-�er, privates like they are. They were poking at it like some animal in a
zoo when I woke up, Sir,� he whined.

�They�they touched it?�
Snape asked, a bit breathlessly.

Draco frowned. �No, I
don�t think so. I think I caught them in time.�

�Ah,� Snape breathed,
moving a bit closer. �So, it�s purely�untouched�brand new�virgin flesh?�

Draco began to feel a bit
awkward under Snape's intense stare. �Er, not really. I mean, I�m not a
virgin.�

�But no one save you has
touched it since the spell?� Snape persisted.

�Er, no?� Draco took a
step backwards, a bit nervous as he watched his professor�s eyes dilate and his
nostrils flare.

�Mmmm�er, I mean hmmmm,�
Snape murmured. �I should�investigate this more thoroughly. Pull your trousers
and pants down, boy.� He moved closer yet, closing the distance that Draco had
just put between them. �I need to get a hands on look at the situation.�
Draco yelped as Snape's long fingered hand reached out. He scuttled backwards,
bumping against the door. Snape frowned. �Get back here, boy. I have research
to do.�

Draco jerked his robes
closed and scrambled behind him for the doorknob. �Er, no that�s all right,
Professor,� he squeaked. �I-I�m sure everything is just fine. I�ll make sure to
swing by the infirmary to see Madam Pomfrey if I have any questions.� Snape
took another step forward and began to make a purring noise. Draco meeped and
yanked the door open. �Thank you, Sir,� he yelled over his shoulder as he
bolted out the door.
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