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Strange Seduction	By : TransientTemptation Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 163156 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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A/N: You guys are soo lucky. I never seem to be able to crank a story out as fast as I'm doing this one. Oh, and several of those questions 'unneeded' had will be answered in this chapter. Not all, but quite a few as this is a mostly information chapter. Sadly the plot requires certain things and explanations are one of them.

“Oh, Harry, I’m so sorry,” Hermione said.

“Yeah… you’ve said that,” Harry replied slightly annoyed with it after five hundredth time. “Can we just… focus on fixing this please?” he asked, rubbing his forehead some with tiredness. He hadn’t exactly been sleeping all that well both between having an obstacle he wasn’t supposed to have in the way and his body still strangely enamored with the sensations the whole ordeal had given him. The week he’d spent waiting for Hermione and Ron to get back had been stressful to say the least.

“Seriously ‘Mione!” Ron exclaimed. “We have to get that-that thing out of Harry!”

“Ron!” Hermione scolded. “It’s not that simple! Incubi reproduction is… tricky. Especially for the hos- victim,” she said glancing at Harry warily as she quickly corrected her last word. They’d hurried back from their trip as soon as they’d got the owl from Harry and she was still very worried about his emotional health as well as physical. Luckily, Harry had talked her out of taking him to St. Mungo’s. But still, this was definitely not the time to sound like she was continually quoting a textbook. Just because Ron failed at being sympathetic didn’t mean she had to as well.

“Alright then, why can’t we just get rid of the thing?” Ron asked, clearly frustrated and angry on his best friend’s behalf.

“Several reasons,” Hermione started icily. “One, I’m not so sure how well it sits with me to kill an unborn child no matter where it comes from. Two, the incubus that did this would probably be upset and upset incubi have a bit of a violent streak. Three, complications could arise and many people who’ve had the eggs removed from them died in the process! And four, it’s not your decision to make Ronald Weasley!”

Harry sighed a bit and rubbed his face again. Strange how something like this could happen to him and they were the ones arguing over it. Also, sad that he was so used to that reaction. He sighed again and leaned back, resting one arm on his swollen stomach and using the other to prop his head up. At the very least the egg was comfortable to rest his arm on. The horror and disbelief had passed after his second breakdown a few days after the one in his office and now he was just looking for any little way to cope.

“Oh, come on! Harry doesn’t want to keep the thing!” Ron said gesturing to Harry some before turning to his best friend. “Tell her, Harry!”

Harry shrugged a bit; honestly he’d wondered when they’d come back to including him in this conversation. “I’d like to not be… in this situation but I’d rather not kill myself to be rid of it either,” he replied.

Hermione nodded some and patted Harry’s hand gently. “Don’t worry, Harry. We’ll figure something out.”

The next several hours consisted of trying to figure out a way to safely terminate the pregnancy or finding some other alternative. Well, mostly it was Hermione rambling off different options and shooting down whatever thought Ron offered but Harry was still glad that something was being done to figure this out. Because he was certainly drawing a blank.

That night, after a much larger dinner than what he would normally eat, Harry settled down in bed with the book the incubus had left him to continue his reading. At first he’d wanted to rip the book to shreds and set it on fire in a show of true Gryffindor defiance and pigheadedness. But he managed to restrain himself and he was now very grateful for that. It was proving to be extremely useful, possibly even more so than Hermione whose explanations sometime came too fast for Harry to fully grasp.

Harry’d already practically memorized the basics of things, having several of his apparent misconceptions shattered by what he’d found out. Apparently, Incubi and Succubae despite being sexual predators and demons reproduce ASEXUALLY. They pretty much clone themselves and leave the results in egg form in the most powerfully magic host they could manage. Some strange part of him felt almost flattered one had picked him as a host but then that part quickly remembered he had an EGG in his gut and all possibly flattery disappeared rather quickly.

What annoyed Harry even more was that the book said the Incubus that did this would return when the child was five to six years old and take it back, essentially letting Harry deal with all the annoying and difficult baby and toddler stages. The git.

There was a section on the different places eggs could be deposited in hosts but Harry skipped that part, not nearly comfortable enough to want to question something like that just yet. He was rather intrigued by a long list of different subspecies of succubae and incubi though. Apparently some are far less… physical than the one that had done this to him. Someone had taken a quill to a few entries on the list though and crossed them out, making Harry roll his eyes slightly. Apparently someone didn’t think the list was entirely right. Somehow he wasn’t surprised by that. That arrogant bastard who’d left it certainly seemed the type to ‘edit’ things.

Harry flipped through the next section and frowned some as he read what it said. It said he’d carry the egg for six months while his magic protected and encouraged it to continue developing. Then apparently he had to lay the egg and then it would hatch a few days later. Disgusted he closed the book and pushed it to the side. He didn’t want to lay any bastard incubus egg.

He sighed somewhat angrily and got out of bed to pull his robe on over his ill-fitting nightclothes. He really should transfigure some to a more suitable size but he was being stubborn. He refused to admit to this situation so much that he was preparing or adjusting fully to it. Harry made his way to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water, mostly just for something to do. He wished beyond everything magical and holy that Dumbledore and Sirius were still alive. He really needed someone to talk to about this and they had always given the best (if not always easy to understand) advice.

All Harry could do was depend on Hermione, Lupin, Ron, and if they couldn’t figure this out in six months Mrs. Weasley for help. Lupin was already scouring the ministry with help from Arthur Weasley and Tonks for anything that might help with removing the egg but so far they hadn’t been all that lucky. Hermione was scouring her own sources which Harry had a feeling he’d best not ask about. Hermione could be awfully Slytherin like when she had to be after all.

Without thinking Harry’s hand landed on his swollen stomach. He still hadn’t told any of them that he’d actually been visited by the thing twice or that he’d put up an embarrassingly small amount of fight. He had no idea how he’d go about telling them that or if it was even their business. Probably not. It wasn’t any of their business if he found that every time those tentacles touched him he got strangely horny. That was it’s skill right? To make people too horny to use common sense? Well, it was certainly good at it.

Harry sipped the water as he walked around, feeling awkward with the bulge in his stomach but not willing to let it make him an invalid. Harry walked around his house absently for a while, touching a few knickknacks and putting a book or two away. He bet Ginny would be having a right laugh about this. Considering they had broken up over not being able to agree on their plans for children and now Harry was carrying one, the irony was not lost on Harry.

For several more hours Harry wandered around, feeling restless but not really knowing what he could do to occupy himself. It was times like these that made him wish he had even a roommate so the house didn’t feel so cold and empty. Even Hedwig was out, delivering Harry’s letters pleading for help from everyone he could think of that might be able to give him some. Sadly he had already exhausted most every person he could think of.

Finally, early in the morning Harry went back to bed and tried to sleep. He tossed and turned for a while, trying to get comfortable despite the egg. It wasn’t exactly easy but eventually he fell into a fitful sleep on his side.
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