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Strange Seduction	By : TransientTemptation Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 163527 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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A/N: This chapter was rather hard to write for some reason so it's a bit shorter than I wanted it to be. I did add what I hope you find as humor to the end there as well simply to mix things up a bit. Enjoy!

Harry sighed a bit as he unlocked his front door. If he remembered correctly the potion to equalize his energy should have been finished sometime late this morning so Snape would hopefully be leaving and out of his hair after today. That was at least going in his favor. Though they’d been fairly good at not speaking to each other there had been the occasional argument filled with snide remarks and insults that called their moralities into question.

“I’m back,” Harry called as he tossed his keys into the small dish by the door.

“It’s about time, Potter,” Snape said coming out of the back rooms. “I’ve had this potion finished for hours now. I have better things to do than sit around and wait for you.”

Harry looked up to snap that he hadn’t had to wait but was brought up short by the sight of Snape with wet hair and his shirt unbuttoned revealing a surprisingly toned chest and damp skin. Apparently, Snape had just gotten out of the shower. Harry’s cock gave a slight twitch at the sight and Harry pushed the thoughts and urges to the side with quite a bit of horror. That damn egg had turned him into a sex maniac! Even Snape was looking good! “You didn’t have to wait for me to come back,” Harry said once he’d finally found his voice.

“And leave you to bumble around on your own and spill it all down the drain?” Snape asked as if the very suggestion was utterly stupid. “I won’t have all the time I spent on this going to waste.”

Harry scowled some. He wasn’t that incompetent. He knew how to not spill a potion. Snape held out a vial of purple potion and Harry took it with a bit of a glare. “I’m not an idiot you know.”

“I find that highly debatable,” Snape replied dryly.

Harry scoffed a bit but drank the potion down quickly, making a face at the slight burn and bitter taste of it. Though it was not the worst he’d ever drank. That Polyjuice potion in second year was far worse. He put the empty vial to the side and to his surprise he felt a warm tingling feeling start in his gut and slowly radiate outwards. He didn’t feel nearly as tired as he had. “Wow… I didn’t realize I was feeling so run down,” he muttered more to himself than Snape.

“Yes, well, now that is finished I have my own, paying, work to do,” Snape said buttoning up his shirt finally, much to Harry’s disappointment.

As Snape gathered up his things Harry felt the urge to keep him around longer, a very strange desire for him to be sure but he definitely felt it. “Snape?” he called causing the older man to stop and look over, possibly out of surprise more than anything else. “Did you know the Malfoy’s were Incubi?”

Snape looked a bit surprised at that. “No, most families of Incubi are really very careful to keep it a secret. They are not well looked upon… for what I would think are rather obvious reasons. How in Merlin’s name did you find out something like that?” he asked, eyebrow raised high on his forehead.

Harry blushed some at the question. “Draco he… uh, he’s approached me,” he answered vaguely.

Snape was silent for several minutes. “I see. I suppose that explains where you’ve hurried off to the last few times you’ve left the house. You really enjoy being toyed with that much do you?”

Harry glared. “It’s not like that at all! It’s this damn egg! It’s making me horny as hell and nothing seems satisfy it other than sex,” he said, annoyance having won out over embarrassment. “At least I’m getting laid!” he added before he could stop himself. The way Snape’s eyes narrowed and his face twisted into one of pure anger almost made Harry wince at his own stupid words. Why, oh, why did his tongue betray him like that when he got mad?

“I suppose that’s true… if you don’t mind being a tissue,” Snape said evenly. If Harry didn’t know better he’d almost say Snape wasn’t really mad but calm. Too bad he knew better.

“Not like it’s any of your business anyway,” Harry said defiantly, not wanting to let Snape know he’d managed to strike a sore spot. Harry knew he was being used and would really rather not think or be reminded of it any time soon. It wasn’t the best feeling in the world.

Snape grunted a bit. “Very true. It’s not. And since my business here it concluded I’ll be leaving. There are a few more vials of potion on the counter take them whenever you’re feeling off and it should help,” he said throwing his cloak on and pocketing his shrunken things. “Try not to waste them.”

And with that Snape popped out of the house to wherever it was he lived. Harry scowled a bit at the place Snape had just been standing. Like he cared if that slimy git was angry at him or not. The last thing he wanted was for someone who hated him to be hanging around anyway.

The minutes wore on and Harry slowly became aware of how silent the house was without the cauldron bubbling away and the almost silent movement of Snape as he prepared ingredients and did whatever it was that needed doing for the potion. They were all quiet noises but they’d filled the utter silence in a way the clock on the mantle wasn’t quite able to do. “Slimy git,” Harry finally muttered and turned to go to his office.

The only section left to read of the book on his condition was the section talking about egg placement and all the details therein. Harry had deliberately avoided thinking about it, not really wanting to know that many details. It had just seemed all too disgusting to him. But he knew he should probably read it anyway to be sure he knew everything he could about his situation.

With a sigh he sat down in his chair with the book and began reading it. He had to go over sentences and even paragraphs several times to be sure what he was reading wasn’t just a figment of his imagination but he slowly worked his way through the chapter. Even after reading it though he was having trouble with what he read so he started again.

According to the book the Incubi, in this case Draco, did something to their victims on the first encounter that added a pocket for lack of a better term. This pocket was completely separate from the digestive tract despite having an opening to it so that the egg could be put in and then removed from later on. Harry looked down at his own swollen stomach. He… had a hole in his gut?

The whole thing was rather hard to imagine but he shook his head and continued reading the passage. Apparently, the way the Incubi does this is some brand of unknown magic and none of the species were telling exactly how they managed to do it.

Harry sighed some and put the book to the side. This whole idea was a bit hard to swallow and he was thinking so hard he was giving himself a headache. Not to mention he was a bit hungry. He’d been getting hungry a lot recently and his grocery bill had increased quite a bit over the last few weeks. He glanced at the calendar on the wall. It had only been a month and the pregnancy was supposed to last six months. The Boy-Who-Lived groaned some and sat back in his chair, letting his head hit the back of it lightly. Why do things like this happen to him? Even after Hogwarts he’d had no real break.

He should have known better than to become an Auror. They always had to deal with strange happenings and he’d had some of the stranger cases in the department. Helping the Loch Ness Monster hide it’s babies had been the most recent highlight before all of this. And before that there were the vampires near Black Pool that had somehow gotten the idea that draining vegans dry would help them resist the sun or some other such nonsense.

At least he didn’t have to worry about those sorts of things for a while. What with his… condition Minster Shacklebolt had given him plenty of leave. Officially he was on sabbatical after that lovely bite to the ankle that mini-Nessie had given him on his last assignment. Who knew that the Loch Ness Monster was poisonous?
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