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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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A/N: Thanks for pointing out I used 'moan and writhe' so much 'unneeded' I truly hadn't noticed it until you said something. Sorry this chapter took a little longer to get out... my eye's been bothering me and I can't stare at the computer screen more than half an hour so it slowed me down in my writing quite a bit.

“Ugh… Malfoy!” Harry cried as his fingers clenched the silk sheets under him.

“That’s right, Potter,” Malfoy breathed as he slammed his hips forward even harder than before. “Tell me how much you love this!”

Harry groaned loudly as his prostate was hit over and over. He would have come ages ago if not for one of Malfoy’s tentacles was keeping his length plugged and acting as a cock ring. Harry pushed back against Malfoy’s thrusts, unable to help himself from wanting more. Two tentacles flicked and rubbed Harry’s nipples and the Boy-Who-Lived mewled some, unable to stop the noises from breaking free when he was desperate for release. “M-malfoy… please!”

Malfoy chuckled and slammed his cock deep again, earning another wanton moan. “Is that begging I hear, Potter?”

The tentacle around Harry’s cock gave a squeeze and Harry gasped loudly. “Yes!” he answered. “Yes, Malfoy! I’m begging! Please!”

Malfoy grinned and continued to pound into Harry from behind for a moment before letting his tentacle release Harry’s cock. Harry screamed as he was finally allowed release, arching as much as he could as his release splattered all over the bed beneath him. Malfoy felt the black haired boy’s muscles clamp down hard and grunted some as he spilled his own cum deep inside Harry.

A few minutes later, Harry was still panting for air as he slowly rolled over onto his back. “Feel better?” Malfoy asked with a smirk from where he was hovering overtop of his childhood rival.

Harry scowled. “Shut up,” he muttered, pushing Malfoy away. He had managed to hold out all of two days before he’d come back to Malfoy manor looking for some relief. He was a bit disgusted with himself but he hadn’t been able to help it. The egg was making him hornier and hornier the longer he carried it.

Malfoy laughed but let himself get pushed out of the way as Harry sat up and tried to regain his composure, which was hard to do while naked, pregnant, and filthy with the remains of hours of sex. “If I knew you liked it up the arse so much I would have let you have it in school, Potter,” Malfoy said, unable to stop himself from making the jibe.

Harry scowled. “You’re such a hypocrite,” he spat making Malfoy’s smile disappear almost instantly. “All that shit about ‘Pure Blood’ and how much better than everyone you are and you’re not even fully human.”

Malfoy sat up with an annoyed look on his face. “I’m a hypocrite? Well, so are you!” he snapped. “You say how much you don’t like what’s happening but if you didn’t like it and want more you wouldn’t be carrying that egg now!”

Harry whipped around at that. “How dare you! You know good and well I didn’t want this!”

Malfoy looked distinctly unimpressed. “If that were the case then your house wards would have stopped it now wouldn’t they?” he asked lightly. “But you let it happen. And you wouldn’t have let it happen if you didn’t want it. Face it, Potter you’re a pervert and you love being taken up the arse good and hard.”

“Bullshit!” Harry snapped instantly.

“Don’t believe me? Ask Granger… or was it Weasley now? Either way she’ll tell you how you let this happen to you,” Draco said getting up and throwing on his robe before leaving the room in a huff.

Harry fumed some but grabbed his clothes and went to shower off the evidence of the last several hours. Once he was clean and redressed he almost stormed out of the mansion and made his way to the flat that Ron and Hermione lived in. During the drive he managed to calm down a bit though he was still angry at what Malfoy had said. The very idea that he’d let this happen to himself was utterly ridiculous!

When Harry got to the flat he allowed himself to be sat down and given a cup of tea before he couldn’t hold it anymore. “Malfoy said I let him lay this damn egg in me,” he blurted, making Hermione freeze where she had been reaching for the teapot. “Said something about the house wards would have stopped him if I really didn’t want it!”

Hermione stared at him for another moment before shaking her head. “Wait… Malfoy’s the one that did this to you?” she asked, clearly concerned. “I thought he was a Pure Blood wizard.”

Harry rolled his eyes some. “Yeah, he’s a liar too, what else is new?” he asked, slightly annoyed she’d focused on that point of interest and not the one he wanted to talk to her about. Merlin knew what she’d do if she found out Harry’d willingly slept with him just a few hours ago. “But I’m more concerned about this whole ‘I let him in’ thing he’s talking about. How is that even possible?”

Hermione shrugged a bit. “Incubi and succubae emit pheromones that lower wizard defenses. Supposedly the witches and wizard’s most receptive will even go to the Incubus in a daze… almost like sleepwalking. So, I guess what Malfoy meant is that you were biologically more receptive and the wards around your house lowered without you meaning them to,” she explained. “That doesn’t mean you wanted it though, Harry. It’s nothing you could help. It was completely without your consent,” she added quickly when she saw Harry’s horror.

“So, he was right… I’m a pervert…” Harry murmured, putting his tea down so that he wouldn’t drop it all over himself.

“No you’re not!” Hermione said instantly. “That’s like saying you wanted to look just like your father! You have no control over your biology!”

“Except I like looking like my dad,” Harry said. “I don’t like being a bloody incubator for that ferret faced bastard! And I don’t like that I can’t help but want more of him! He did something to me ‘Mione… I don’t know what but I know he did something. I never even thought about guys that way before all this and now I can’t stop!”

Hermione was silent for a moment before moving to sit next to Harry instead of across from him. “Harry… I know it’s hard for you but this is what everyone who’s been used like this has to go through,” she said softly, taking one of Harry’s hands in hers. “Incubi emit pheromones to attract the most biologically compatible victims but then once they focus on someone they excrete another kind that the body can grow somewhat addicted to,” Hermione explained.

Harry looked over at her in horror. He did not want to be addicted to that prat. “You have to stay away from Malfoy, Harry. The more you’re around him the harder it’ll be for you to get out from under his influence. Incubi are like drugs with intelligence. They’re highly dangerous. Stay as far from Malfoy as you can.”

Harry nodded instantly. “Is there anyway to increase the wards at my house so that even with these pheromone things that bastard can’t get in again?” Harry asked. He definitely wanted to put an end to that right away.

“There’s a few I’m sure. I’ll start looking for them right away,” Hermione promised. “But you need to go home and get some rest. You look so tired. Have you been getting any sleep at all?”

Harry sighed and nodded. “Snape’s been giving me Draught of Dreamless Sleep to make sure of it. I guess this egg is just wearing me down more than I thought it would,” he said giving his stomach a slight rub to emphasize his point. He wasn’t about to tell Hermione he was dead tired after having hours of sex. He got to his feet and slowly made his way to the front door, trying his best to hide his limp. “Hermione?”

“Yes, Harry?”

“Don’t tell Ron about Malfoy… he’ll go over there and try to do something and I don’t want him to get hurt if Malfoy decides to play with him and those stupid tentacles of his,” Harry said although as soon as he said that he felt a slight stirring in his groin as he remembered what those tendrils could do. Frustrated, Harry pushed those thoughts as far away as possible.

“Of course, Harry,” Hermione promised instantly. “But, I’d call the ministry on Malfoy if I were you, Harry. It’s a serious offense for Incubi to use their powers like this.”

Harry chuckled some. “Yeah, I could Hermione… but then who’d take the kid?” Harry asked. “Bad enough he’s using me as an oven… I don’t want to have to raise it too. I know Ron thinks I’m crazy for even letting it be born but you were right ya know? This isn’t the kid’s fault.”

“There’s always orphanages,” Hermione pointed out.

Harry shook his head. “Yeah but knowing the kid’s an Incubus do you think any magical orphanage is gonna want him? And a muggle one wouldn’t know what to do with him. No, I can’t do that,” he explained. Malfoy probably knew it too. He was probably counting on Harry not being able to just give the kid away to a random orphanage. Stupid git had at least chosen a big enough sucker to get what he wanted without repercussions. Harry cursed his own bleeding heart as he made his way back home.
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