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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: Wee! Another chapter! I am loving all the guesses on who the incubus is and to answer one question no it is not an OC it's someone you know from the books. As to who it is... well that's part of the surprise isn't it? Enjoy your chapter!

A few days later Harry was just cleaning up his dishes from breakfast when he heard a knock on the door. He sighed and pulled his robes further closed. Just what he needed another visitor. Hopefully, this one had some useful news. He opened the door and almost groaned. “What are you doing here?” he asked, not bothering to disguise his voice as being pleasant or polite. He was simply too tired to bother with it. Beside they both knew it’d be an act.

“Professor McGonagall asked me to come,” Snape replied dryly, clearly not all that happy about it either. “And since the Ministry is still breathing down my neck I thought it best to at least see what catastrophic disaster our little saviour has managed to get himself in this time.” His cold black eyes slid down Harry’s form and lingered on the obvious bulge. “I must say this is an extreme form of fame seeking. Even for you, Potter.”

Harry sneered a bit and retreated into his house, Snape didn’t bother waiting for an invitation and just followed him inside. “And why exactly would McGonagall ask you to come?” he asked, going back to washing the dishes and ignoring Snape’s physical presence as much as possible.

Snape examined the small house with a bit of distaste as he answered. “Because several potions may help your condition. And since you are so very grossly inept at the art of potion making it makes sense that she ask someone who is a master of it. Last thing the world needs is their hero poisoning himself with your so-called abilities. How Horace Slughorn thought you skilled in anyway with potions is beyond me…”

Harry sighed a bit. That had been a rather long-winded answer but he shouldn’t have been all that surprised. When Severus Snape gets on a tirade very few things could stop him. Harry’d learned that fairly quickly. Also it was usually best to just let him finish. “I’m trying to remember why I saved you from that snake…” Harry muttered, staring out the window as if truly thinking hard. He shook his head a bit. “Does not seem worth the effort.”

The taller man scowled a little. “You saved me because you are a Gryffindor and Gryffindors, with the exception of the former Miss. Granger and Percy Weasley, are only skilled in thinking with their bleeding hearts and lower extremities,” he replied snidely.

“Well, you were worthy of a bleeding heart,” Harry replied giving Snape a smile that he had no doubt his former professor could see through. The way his eyes darkened even more definitely seemed to prove Harry’s barb had struck home. Harry’s smile turned a little more genuine as he turned back to the dishes. Snape should have expected that. He’d opened the door wide enough. “So, what potions exactly are supposed to be able to help with this?”

“There are a few different ones we could try. Abortion potions -though I have my doubts about how successful they’d be on an Incubus egg-, magical blocking potions that could prevent the egg from feeding off you and dying, or if neither of these options appeal to you there are a few potions that could at the very least ease the strain of carrying it for you,” Snape replied, once again all business now that potions were involved.

Harry grimaced a bit. He couldn’t imagine starving an unborn baby to death and he couldn’t believe Snape would even suggest it. That was something only the most despicable slime would do. An abortion would be one thing, that would be quick and cause as little pain as possible. Starvation… well that was a much slower and painful way to go. He’d felt starvation to a point every summer at the Dursleys and he wouldn’t subject anyone to that. Especially not an innocent unborn kid.

Snape seemed to be waiting for Harry to say something so The-Boy-Who-Lived sighed some and rubbed his forehead. “Exactly what kind of potions would make things easier for me?” he asked somewhat tired of this already. Though he was somewhat surprised this was the longest he could remember ever speaking to Snape without an insult attached.

His former teacher gave him an odd, unreadable, look for a moment. “Surprisingly adult decision,” he mused. “There are several potions that could help with any difficulties eating or sleeping. There is one potion that was developed specifically for this situation that helps equalize your energy so that you are least effected by the amount the egg is using.”

“I haven’t been having all that much trouble eating but it is kind of hard to sleep,” Harry admitted.

Snape nodded some. “Understandable. I’ll make you a supply of sleeping draughts and then start work on the Energy Potion. Unfortunately that takes almost a full week to brew and I’ll require your presence to continually draw blood from you for it. It would be easier, though I’m loathe to admit it, for me to simply stay here until I’m finished with it.”

Harry blinked twice. “No,” he stated firmly.

Snape smiled a bit though he didn’t look like he really found it funny. “My sentiments exactly and though I would love to simply walk out of here and let you make a mess of things… Minerva was quite clear that I wasn’t to leave before I did something ‘helpful’,” he sneered some at the word, looking as if it actually pained him to say it. “So, if you’ll just cooperate things will go faster and I can leave sooner as opposed to later.”

Harry scowled. The last thing he wanted in his life right now was Snape’s scathing remarks and overall sour attitude. “Are you sure I need this energy potion thing?” he asked darkly.

Snape scoffed. “Since you seem to do such a wonderful job of protecting yourself without handicaps,” he said giving Harry’s stomach a very pointed look. “I doubt it would make much difference now that you have one though I’m sure your little fan club would insist you take it for your own good.” Harry’s scowl deepened. Why couldn’t Snape ever say even one thing without it being a complete insult.

“A week right?”

“Unfortunately.”

Harry sighed heavily. Merlin this was going to be torture.
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