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Title: The Last of All Illusions
Author/artist: ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
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Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco
Creature Type: Incubus - Spoiler for story, highlight to read.
Rating: Heavy R, verging on NC-17
A/N: Warnings, Disclaimer and Notes with first part.
First Part
In the days that followed, I had several visits from Granger. Sometimes she wanted blood or hair samples, other times she would ask me questions—often quite invasive. And had I not wanted this dealt with, I’d have told her to buzz off.
As it was, we ended up talking several times. Sometimes with Potter in attendance, and sometimes with other Aurors there. Ever since being reprimanded by Shacklebolt, Potter’d kept his distance. But I could still feel him watching me as I ate or lay on my cot.
Blaise didn’t return. I didn’t know if it was Potter’s doing or not, but I was grateful not to have to see that look on his face again. I think it would have broken me.
Granger had already ruled out several species, and I was beginning to wonder if we would ever figure out what had taken me over. Still, while I was here, it seemed unable to harm anyone else, so that was a start. I’d had a few of my ‘dreams’ while being here. Usually the nights that Potter wasn’t here, though I tried to ignore that fact.
The worst part of my time in the cell, though, happened shortly after an incident with one of the Aurors. Many of those who came to watch me were higher-level Aurors who’d had some role or other in the war, or who had lost someone in the war. They all felt that I should never have been let out of Azkaban. Some more than others.
The worst was Creevey. I vaguely recalled him from Hogwarts. He’d had an older brother who had died in the final battle, and seemed to think that was all my fault. He lost no opportunity to tell me just how much.
The particular incident was one where he’d been goading me all afternoon. Usually, I managed to ignore him, but this time, he went too far.
“It’s too bad we couldn’t just keep you from breeding, Malfoy. That would have done us all a favour.”
The one thing I was truly proud of in my life was my son, and hearing that from him was enough to have me seeing red. “Shut up.” My voice was low, but I knew he’d heard me.
Still, he kept talking. “Maybe we should do what your kind did, and try to drive that pretty little family of yours out of that grand Manor you have. Why didn’t they take that from you, anyway?”
The beast was stirring under my skin, and this time, I didn’t even try to fight it. I advanced on him, a soft growl growing as he continued to speak.
“I bet that brat of yours would squeal real good if we threw him into the street. Don’t you Malf—ah!”
I’d given him no warning, simply reached between the bars to strangle him. It was his own fault for coming so close to the cage to mock me.
It had taken four of them to get me off him. And that only with one hand. I was stunned, and after that, I didn’t see Creevey again. Nor were any of the Aurors allowed to be alone with me. Not even Potter.
All told, it was about a week before Granger found the answer. I wasn’t particularly pleased when she did.
It was one of those times when Potter was watching me. I always tried to ignore him when he was there, but it was growing more difficult with each passing day, and usually when he finally left, it was a relief.
We could tell by the way Granger entered, that she’d found something. She was excited, and waving around a book that I was sure could have knocked out a troll. “What is it, Granger? Do stop babbling and make some sense.”
“It’s so obvious, really. The fact that both victims burned up—literally. We thought it might be a fire-spell. But it’s not! It was their own bodies reacting to a chemical change and getting overwhelmed by it! The sexual element to the cases, the fact that it’s a nighttime occurrence…”
I rolled my eyes as she continued to babble on about the clues, then finally broke in. “And that means what, exactly?” I asked, even more annoyed at her than I usually was. She was acting like this was some sort of exciting school project, and not my life that was on the line. I had a fleeting curious thought over whether she’d ever done the same to Potter.
She blinked at me, as though she’d lost her train of thought. “Uh…Incubus. You’re an incubus, Draco.”
I snorted. It was true, an incubus did fit the symptoms—they were nighttime creatures who overwhelmed people with their sexual powers. But there were a few problems with that idea. “Not possible. I’d know. Mother and father would have told me. Not to manage the fact that no one’s seen an incubus in centuries. Not since Dumbledore was a baby, at least.”
“They wouldn’t have told you if they didn’t know, Malfoy,” Harry put in, apparently entirely discounting the idea that incubi were extinct, as though extinct creatures popped up around him every day. “You think it’s possible, Hermione?”
She nodded. “All of the signs are there, Harry. How they can sort of…hypnotize their victims. The way it’s been connected to a sort of dream-like state for him. The fact that the two deaths were burned up—from the inside out.”
“And how, exactly, could I get to be this age with no one knowing that I wasn’t pure-blooded, hm?”
“It’s not uncommon, Draco. With incubi, most people have no clue that the creature has impregnated a woman. Rather like a cuckoo’s egg. The children don’t even realize they’re not human until something happens…”
“Are you suggesting that my father isn’t my father, Granger?” I could feel my eyes glowing as the anger rose in me again.
“No, no! Really, it could have been anyone in your family line, Draco. I mean…you said that incubi have been extinct for over a century. For all we know, it could have been generations back on your mother’s side. And just…lain dormant until now.”
“But surely someone would have known, Hermione,” Potter was saying. “…I mean…the Malfoys…the Blacks…they’re well-known families. Surely someone would have heard. Wouldn’t there be some sort of record of it?”
“Depends how long ago, Harry. It might just be so deeply buried—centuries ago, even.” She turned to me. “You said this started in Azkaban, right? Maybe being there brought out the creature?”
Even as she spoke, I knew she was right. It did fit. And it also meant something else. I felt something break inside me. “So there’s no cure, then.” I looked at Potter. “So what will your Minister do with me now?”
Potter looked away, obviously not certain how to answer, but Granger had one. “No, there’s no cure…but…there is a way to control it…”
We both looked at her, startled. Why hadn’t she said so earlier? “Control it?” I asked. “How?”
“Well…some stories talk about the incubus being…tamed.”
I made a face at her. “Tamed. And how is this miracle accomplished, Granger?”
“By mating.”
“I’m already married, Granger, in case you missed that fact. And perhaps it worked for a short while, but it came back. So tell me how this is supposed to help me?”
“Because you…the incubus…is focusing on men, Malfoy.”
I flushed at her words, pointedly not looking at Potter. “So…what? I’m supposed to marry a man as well?” I tried to drawl it, but I was horrified at how petulant it sounded.
“Not marry, but…” Granger glanced at Potter, and I scowled. He was biting his lip and glancing between me and Granger, obviously thinking very hard about what she was implying.
Well, I wasn’t interested in that, if that was supposed to be my ‘cure.’ “No, thank you. Lock me up. I don’t care.” I moved back to my cot.
The other two were silent for a moment, then Potter spoke. “Hermione, could you…”
“No!” This time I growled it straight at him. “I won’t! I’m married! And I happen to love my wife.”
Those green eyes focused on me once more, but this time, there was no hesitation. The were sparking with anger—and something else as well. “I love my wife too, Malfoy. But if it’s this or you ending up in Azkaban again? Surely that’s got to make a difference?”
“I’m not gay!”
“I’m not either. But…”
“What the fuck do you care, Potter? You hate me! Why should any of this matter to you, anyway? I’m not a pet for you to take care of. So just bug the fuck off.”
“Listen, Malfoy…” Potter reached out to catch the bars, obviously frustrated, but Granger stopped him.
“No, Harry…” She turned to me. “Draco…unless you claim your mate, the Incubus inside you will continue to get worse—more enflamed with anger until it consumes you utterly. You’ll go mad.”
“Well…” I glanced at Potter, who was watching me warily. “Not him. If I have to do this, why can’t I choose Blaise?”
“You’re not the one who chooses, Draco. The Incubus has already made the choice for you. When it saw Harry outside Zabini’s room that night.”
Potter and I both stared at her. That was something new. Why hadn’t she said so before? “What do you mean, Hermione?” Potter asked.
“Well, they’re…not exactly like Veela, but…there are recorded cases of incubi finding their mates. And once they have, they calm down. So long as they’re not kept from them.”
“Oh…no fucking way, Granger. You’re delusional. Why would I want Potter?”
“I don’t know. But it’s true, isn’t it? He’s the one you’ve responded to time and again, right?”
I refused to answer, then turned to Potter, who was looking thoughtful. “No! I don’t care! I am not letting you fuck me, Potter,” I growled.
He opened his mouth, but Granger spoke before he could. “Actually…” I glowered darkly at Granger, and she flushed, but it didn’t stop her. “Incubi are…generally dominant,” she said haltingly, then glanced worryingly at Harry.
His eyes went a bit wide at that, then glanced at me. “Dominant? As in…?” She mercifully nodded before he could finish the sentence, but I wasn’t mollified.
“I don’t care. I’m not gay. And I won’t sleep with another man. Least of all him.” I glowered at Potter, who seemed to be ignoring my words utterly.
He was silent for a few minutes, watching me, and I could see the wheels turning in his mind. Then he turned back to Granger. “I’ll talk to him, Hermione. And thank you.”
She looked as though she wanted to say something more, but then thought better of it. He glanced once at me, then walked her to the door and asked one of the guards outside the room to join the Auror who’d been assigned duty with him in the room for that afternoon.
“Where are you going?” I asked, my voice harsher than I wanted it to be, but at least it didn’t sound whiny or needy. I’d expected him to stay and argue with me about whether or not I was going to fuck him. I hadn’t expected him to leave me here alone.
“To arrange a few things, Draco,” he said, his voice calm, as though he weren’t contemplating something any straight man in his right mind would have balked at. And then he walked from the room, ignoring any further protests.
I glowered at the two Aurors, who looked at me as though I were about to explode. Which I suppose it was very possible I might. Potter returned in about an hour, then handed the two Aurors scrolls before moving to my cell and waved me closer. Well, I wasn’t about to just obey high-and-mighty-Potter. I shook my head.
“Fine. Sit over there. I just talked to the Minister. Told him we could get you under control, but that you and I would have to be alone together to do it. I’ve convinced him. But we only have one chance, Draco.”
“Stop calling me that. We’re not friends, Potter.”
“Fine, Malfoy. Whatever you want. I just wanted to tell you—I’ve convinced Kingsley to let us try this. I’ve arranged for a room, and for us to be alone. If it doesn’t work, we can try something else, but right now, we’ve got no other options.”
“No. I refuse. I’m not gay.”
“Then you and I will sit in a comfortable room for twelve hours, and you’ll come back here in the morning, and no harm done.”
The fact that Potter was pushing this—not to get one over on me, but to actually help me, even just to make me more comfortable, meant a lot. But I couldn’t say it. Instead, I focused on something simpler. “I want to speak to my wife.”
Potter nodded. “I need to go home and talk to Ginny. I’ll have someone bring your wife here, okay?”
He turned away, but I called after him. “Potter.” He turned to look at me questioningly. “Why?”
He looked at me for a long moment before he spoke. “Because no one deserves to be caged for who they are, Malfoy.”
“And you suddenly care that it’s me being caged?”
“Would it make a difference if I said yes, Malfoy?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer that, and after waiting another few moments for me to do so, he nodded to me once, then left.
He seemed so calm about all this. So certain. In some ways I envied him that. If he had been the one who had to fuck me, I’d have run for the hills, and left him to be locked up for the rest of his life. And I knew he had to have known that, yet here he was, willing to give whatever I needed so that I could leave this place. He didn’t even like me, yet he was willing. But why? And how could I possibly accept? I tried to forget the few moments we’d already shared, when the Incubus had surged inside me until I forgot myself for a moment. Even now, though, I could feel the lust for him curling in my belly, waiting for his return. I wanted to fight it, but even now, I knew it would likely be a losing battle.
There was a more pressing concern, and I focused on it to distract myself. How was I going to explain this to Astoria? I truly was fond of her. Ours had never been a great love, but we had a good marriage. Better than my parents’, I was sure. But how would she take the fact that I would have to sleep with another man to calm this—thing inside me?
Fortunately, I didn’t have too long to brood over what I would say. She arrived less than a half hour after Potter had left.
“Draco! Oh, darling… What have they done to you? Should I contact the solicitor again?”
I shook my head and stood up. I had no idea what she’d been told, so I would have to start from the beginning. Hopefully she wouldn’t take Scorpius and run when she understood. “No, it’s all right, my love.” I moved towards the cage. “How is Scorpius?”
“Furious that he wasn’t allowed to come see you. Draco…what happened? Even Blaise won’t tell me why they’re holding you…”
Well, that answered that question, at least. I took a deep breath and braced myself. Not only for her reaction, but also because I had yet to truly say it out loud. “I…was the one attacking everyone, Astoria.”
She blinked at me for just a second, then regained her composure. “Nonsense, Draco. You said you didn’t, and I believed you.”
“I…didn’t know, Astoria. It’s…more complicated than I realized.”
“Complicated? Draco…either you did it, in which case, you’d remember, or you didn’t, and therefore there can be no complication.”
“Or I had a reason not to remember, Astoria.” It was hard to meet her eyes. “It seems…I’m not quite as pureblooded as I thought.”
She huffed. “Ridiculous, Draco. Everyone knows that there is no purer blood than the Malfoys and the Blacks…”
“Yes, well, it turns out there was something that everyone didn’t know. It seems I have a bit of incubus blood running through my veins.”
Again she blinked at me, the words seeming to confound her. “You’re…Draco…that’s ridiculous.” A light flush spread across her cheeks, and she leaned forward. “Surely I, of anyone, would know if you were a…sex demon.” Her flush grew darker.
This was the part I had been dreading. “Not if it were only focused on…men.”
She looked like I’d hit her. “Men?”
Unable to find my voice any longer, I nodded.
“But…Draco…we’ve been married for…for years. Surely…”
“I didn’t…I don’t. But…There is something inside me that…needs it, apparently. But I swear to you, Astoria…this means nothing. You and Scorpius…you’re my life. Without you…” Without her, the Malfoy name would still be in the gutter, where it had lain after father had been sent to Azkaban at the end of my fifth year. I needed her. As mother to my son, as a good Slytherin who took no side during the war, as a good woman, who supported me in everything I did. “Please believe me, Astoria. If there was any other way…”
“Any other way to what? Draco? Oh, god…they’re not sending you back to Azkaban, are they? We’ll fight it. Your father…”
“No. You can’t tell him. Not ever, Astoria. No…it’s…nothing like that. I…” And now that I’d reached the crux of the matter, my tongue no longer seemed able to function. I wished I could take her hand. That I could tell her this when we were alone, rather than in front of an audience who were watching our every move. “Astoria…”
“What is it, Draco? What are they going to do?”
“You must believe me, my love. This isn’t something I would even contemplate if I had any other options…but…to keep the creature under control, I will need to sleep…” I could feel my cheeks heat, and lowered my voice, even though the Aurors had already heard both Potter and Granger mention what would happen. “I will…have to sleep with…another man.”
The reaction this time was far more physical. She stepped away, her eyes closing. Obviously, it was too much. “Astoria…please…”
“But…” She looked up at me, obviously lost. “Draco…can’t I…?”
“I wish you could, Astoria. It…has to be the creature’s mate.”
The words seemed to calm her—but not in a good way. “And I am not, is that what you are saying?”
“You are my wife. But the creature…”
“You speak as if it were something other than yourself, Draco. But it is you who will be doing this. Your body…” She shuddered. “I can’t…you can’t do this! We promised to keep only to each other!”
“And I would! I will. If I could do this another way…with you…I would.” Even as I said it, something in me roiled at the words. Hated the very idea of giving up Potter. I felt broken. “I’m sorry.” They were words I’d never said to anyone before. I truly meant them. But I also knew that this was something that would happen, whether I willed it or not. The creature seemed to be insisting upon it.
She stood quietly for a moment, then met my eyes. “And our son, Draco? How will this effect him?”
“He will never have to know, Astoria. I would never tell him. And I would hope you would feel the same.”
“But if this should rise in him as well? He has your blood, Draco!”
The thought brought me up short. But it was easily enough dismissed. “This happened because I was sent to Azkaban, Astoria. I do not think he has enough of this…creature in him for this to happen. But we can have them check, if you would like?”
She nodded, haltingly, then met my eyes. “Why did this happen?”
“I wish I knew, my love.” I wanted to put my arms around her and tell her it would be all right, even if we both knew it was a lie. She looked so lost.
“Draco…” Before she could say more, though, the door to the holding area was slammed open and a sharp voice filled the room.
“You can’t keep me out. I have every right to see the bastard!”
I rolled my eyes. Potter’s wife. Lovely. “Astoria, perhaps…”
That sharp voice cut across mine. “Malfoy!” The youngest of the Weasleys advanced on me before I could say my good-byes to my wife. “Whatever you’ve done to Harry, you can’t have him. So take off whatever spell you’ve cast on him and focus on someone else. Preferably someone who isn’t married.”
“I made no choice, Weasley. And perhaps it escaped your notice that I am married as well?”
She gave Astoria an appraising look, then focused on me once more. “Yes, well, we all know how dissolute your family is, Malfoy. I wouldn’t put it past you to have family orgies all the time.”
That was enough to garner a great sniff from Astoria. “I’d always thought you and your family were overreacting when it came to the Weasleys, Draco. I do apologize for ever thinking it. Allow me to assure you, Mrs Potter…we do no such thing. Draco and I are quite devoted to each other.” She turned to me. “If this is the only way, Draco…then you have my full support.” Her eyes were flashing now, and I couldn’t hold back a smile. “Whatever it takes, my love. So long as you return to me.”
I could have kissed her, had bars and wards not been in the way. “Thank you, my love.” I smiled at her. “Will you give our son a hug from me?”
She nodded, then turned to scowl at Weasley again. “I will thank you not to abuse my husband so, Mrs Potter. Perhaps you should remember that your own husband has a mind of his own, and that he does have the ability to make his own choice in this matter?” With that, she nodded to the other woman, then left, her chin held high. I couldn’t have been prouder of her.
Weasley looked like she could chew through the bars of my cage, she was so angry. Her eyes followed Astoria out of the room, then focused on me. “Tell him you don’t want him to be the one, Malfoy. We both know you hate each other. Why should Harry have to suffer for this little problem of yours?”
“For your information, Weasley, he was the one who volunteered. I wouldn’t have even considered it. To be honest, I don’t want to touch him.” She opened her mouth, but I continued before she could respond. “Still…it will be quite the victory, don’t you think? Me? Fucking him? Because I will. And he’s panting for it. I bet that’s what is truly upsetting you, isn’t it? That he wants this. Wants me.”
“Don’t delude yourself, Malfoy. Harry has a good heart. He can’t stand to see anyone suffering. Even when they deserve it. He doesn’t want you. It’s just pity that’s making him do this.” She might have sounded certain, but I could see her underlying insecurities, and I grinned.
“Are you so sure? Then why are you here, trying to convince me not to do it, rather than him? Hm? You must know you’d have more influence with him than me.”
She faltered only for a second before answering. “He’s too noble for his own good. Surely you know that, Malfoy. After all, you’re taking advantage of it for your own gain…”
My whole body was buzzing, and I moved closer to where she stood, an inch from my side of the bars. “You just hate the thought that he wants this. Because you know he’ll never be the same after. He’ll always want more…”
“Draco.”
We both started at the voice, and I pulled away from the bars at the sight of Potter standing in the doorway. But I wasn’t about to apologize. Not to either of them. I hadn’t asked her to come here. It was her own fault if she couldn’t handle what I’d said.
“Did you hear him?” she was saying to Potter.
“I did. But you know he’s not in his right mind, Ginny. I asked you to trust me. But if you can’t even do that much…” He looked sad, and horribly disappointed.
“Harry…”
“Go home, Ginny. We’ll talk later.”
“Harry…” Before she could say another word, he took her arm—more gently than I would have, had it been Astoria questioning my directions—and led her from the room. I scowled. Still, I supposed he would have to find his own way to come to terms with this, if this was going to happen. After all, I had no intention of letting him move into the Manor.
I moved back to my cot and waited.
Potter was back after a few minutes, looking a tad less annoyed—well, until he looked at me. “That was entirely uncalled for, Draco.”
“I didn’t tell her to come here and shout at me like some lower-class strumpet.”
“But you didn’t need to fan the flames. I’m sure you have some sort of clue, the sort of temper she’s got?”
“I don’t care. Look, I told you. I don’t want to do this. You’re the one insisting. But if we do this, I’m not going to take your wife’s criticisms just because she doesn’t like it. It wasn’t my idea.”
He watched me for a moment, then sighed. He didn’t say a word, just lowered the wards, then opened the door to my cell. “Come on. Let’s get this over with, then.”
I glanced at the Aurors, wondering if they would protest. When they did not, I stood and moved towards Potter, feeling the fluttering of nerves inside me. I pushed them down ruthlessly, then moved past Potter toward the door. He was a step behind me.
“I wouldn’t advise trying to escape, Draco. The rest of them still don’t trust you.”
“What? And you do?”
“I trust that you will do what is in your best interests so that you can go home and be with your family, Draco.” He said it with a tone of conviction that suggested he knew me better than I was certain he could. Never mind the fact that he was right.
“So where are we going?”
“They’ve prepared a room near my office. There’s a meal, and a bed, and chairs, so that we can be comfortable, whatever happens.”
“Lovely,” I answered stiffly.
“Kingsley doesn’t want you leaving the Ministry until we’re sure this will work.”
“You don’t have to explain. I understand.” We walked in silence after that, moving upstairs and into the lifts that carried us up to the Aurors’ offices.
“It’s down this way,” Potter said, leading the way now. He led me to a room that had obviously been set up in haste. It was hardly comfortable looking, but if things went well, we would not be there long enough to be too uncomfortable. There was a supper laid out on a conference table, and a small-looking bed that I avoided looking towards.
Potter stood in the doorway for a few minutes before finally clearing his throat uncomfortably. “Shall we eat?”
I nodded, too nervous at the moment to speak, and not trusting my voice not to crack if I tried. We settled on either side of the table and ate the provided sandwiches and salad in utter silence. We’d never had a truly civil conversation in our lives, and both of us were too nervous to try to start now, the knowledge of what we were about to do heavy around us.
I still wanted to know why Potter was willing. If our roles had been reversed, I’d have refused up and down, even if it had meant his death. I started to ask a few times, but my tongue didn’t seem to want to move.
He was the one to finally break the silence. “Did you mean what you said to her?”
“I’m not going to apologize for upsetting her,” I told him. “She’s the one who came to harass me.”
“I know, Mal—” He shook his head. “We can’t…not if we’re going to do this. Not here, anyway. If you want to call me Potter in public, that’s fine. But if we’re going to do this…call me Harry, okay?”
I looked at him for a long time, the roll of emotions inside me overwhelming. There had been a time I’d have given anything for those simple words to be directed my way. But I wasn’t a child any longer, and it was hard to let go of my pride and bend to reciprocate. “Fine. Here we are Harry and Draco. But out there…” I raised my chin. “We’re not friends.”
“No,” he said softly. I wasn’t sure, but he sounded a bit sad. “But…maybe someday?”
I scowled. “Unlikely.”
“I can’t do this without…emotion getting involved, Draco. Hell…Just having spent the last week with you, I…feel more connected to you.” He watched me warily. “This isn’t going to be a one-time thing, you know.”
In the back of my mind, I’d known it. I hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it, but I’d known it. Without its mate, the Incubus would go wild again, and attack more people. This was a lifetime commitment Potter was agreeing to—for my sake. “I know,” I said through clenched teeth.
There was something that scared me even more, though. For this to work, I would have to let go fully. To truly feel the emotions the creature stirred inside me. The emotions that were somehow very attached to Potter. I closed my eyes.
“Draco...” He reached across the table to touch my hand, and I jumped, looking at him wide-eyed.
“What?”
“Maybe…we should just get this over with?”
I swallowed thickly. “I…don’t know.”
He stood, then took my hand. “It’ll be okay, Draco.”
“Why are you comforting me? Why do you even care what I’m feeling?”
“Because I can tell you’re scared, Draco. Because if we do this, we’re going to have this connection for a long time. And because that’s who I am.”
I looked away, then stood up. I’d always thought we were of a height, though there had been a few years in school where I had been taller. He’d sprung up later, though, so I’d never realized that I’d still managed to hold onto that lead. I looked down into his green eyes and felt the creature stir inside me. Even with everything else that had come before, and was about to happen, still it needed something more. More than a simple acknowledgement that he would do this. And this time, there was nothing to stop me from moving closer to touch him.
When I brushed my fingers over his cheek, he leaned into the caress, his eyes going closed. My voice was low and there was something reverberating through it when I spoke, almost a purr of sound. “Tell me why you want this.” I knew that he did. I could feel the truth of it even as I spoke.
“I…” His eyes opened once more, and he looked up at me. “I don’t know…” He swallowed, and my eyes dropped to follow the bob at his throat. I was hard pressed to keep from leaning in and licking it.
“Tell me.”
He looked startled. Hungry. Even as he answered, he was leaning towards me. “Because I…need you.”
It was all I could do not to take him and toss him to the bed right there. The light in the room flared, and my vision narrowed to him once more. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying desperately to hold on. Just a few minutes longer.
“Undress. Unless you want me to tear the clothes from your body.” I stepped away, then moved toward the bed, trying to calm my breathing even as my fingers worked the buttons of my robe, shirt, and trousers. I couldn’t seem to get undressed fast enough, and I could feel myself shaking with the need to take, to own…I closed my eyes again, then braced myself against the edge of the bed, still struggling to find a way to calm myself. I didn’t want to savage Potter, after all.
When I’d managed to regain a small bit of composure, I stood and finished undressing. And then I made the mistake of turning to look at him. He was flushed and rumpled, his fingers fumbling with his buttons as he watched me.
Suddenly, nothing else mattered so much as being able to touch him. I didn’t even realize I’d moved to his side until I’d pulled him against me, still half-dressed, and lowered my mouth to his, devouring him with lips and teeth and tongue. His mouth opened eagerly under mine, and his moan as I did so only urged me on. I pulled off what was left of his clothes, then pushed him against the bed.
My fingers painted over his skin, and he writhed and arched under my touch. It was intoxicating. Being with Astoria had never felt like this. And her soft sighs and moans had never enflamed me the way Harry’s did.
“Mine,” I growled, and he moaned in agreement. We were both drunk on the moment, and he clung to me as though he were about to fly away if he should let go.
I nipped down his neck, moaning myself as he let his head fall back and to the side, the show of submission enough to drive me even more out of my head.
My fingers stroked down his sides, then his legs, pulling them up around my waist. He was shaking a bit now, though whether he was scared or overwhelmed, I couldn’t have said. I do know that he responded to every touch and kiss with everything in him. It was intoxicating.
I lowered my head to lick and suck at his nipple, and he began to babble. “Ohgodyes…please, Draco…”
It was the ‘Please’ that stopped me cold, like a bucket of water thrown over me. I could feel myself separate from the creature trying to control me, and pulled away. “Fuck.”
He sat up. “Dr…Draco? What’s wrong?”
“I can’t…I can’t do this.” The creature stirred under my skin, and I had to shut my eyes.
“You weren’t hurting me…”
“It’s not that.” I met his eyes, then had to close them again as the creature surged inside me at the sight. “I’m not gay!”
“I’m not either, but…”
“I don’t…I don’t want…” My skin felt hot and too tight as I fought the creature. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” I finally whispered.
“But…Nott…Bletchley…Zabini. I thought…”
“That wasn’t me! I’ve…I mean… I don’t remember enough not to…screw up.”
“You were doing fine, Draco.”
I wasn’t sure what to say to that, and looked down at my hands. He took them. “Draco…”
“How can you just…accept this?” I asked him, my voice edged with hysteria. “If it were me…” I’d never have let him touch me, let alone contemplated letting him do what I was about to do with him.
He looked at me for a long time before answering. “I don’t know. All I know is that when you touch me, or even look at me just so…” His voice lowered. “I need it.”
The words sent a shiver of desire through me, and I pulled him into a kiss, trying not to think or fight the creature. Perhaps if I let go just a little, it would take over? I pushed him back onto the bed and stretched out over him, but the touch of our cocks brushing together made me gasp and pull back. “Fuck,” I muttered.
“Damn it, Draco! Stop thinking! You want this as much as I do!”
“I don’t! If I didn’t have this…thing inside me…”
“That thing is as much a part of you as your hair, Draco. And the more you fight it, the more it will tear you apart.” Before I could snap back, he pulled me back into another kiss, then rolled us over, so that he was on top of me, grinding our cocks together. I cried out into his mouth, and the creature rose to the fore once more. This time, there was no way I could fight it.
The Incubus broke through the last of my internal resistance, and I rolled us over again, grinding hard against him, the creature inside me drinking in the sounds Harry made. The knowledge of what to do rose to mind now, its experience suddenly easily at hand. I stroked over Harry’s hip, and sent a tendril of the creature’s magic through him, making him writhe in pleasure under me.
“Fu-uck-ing…ah…Draco…what…what was…that?”
“Not entirely sure. Something to make you relax.”
“Felt amazing. Do it again.”
I grinned, then stroked my fingers higher up his side, drawing an almost-pained moan from him. “Fuck me. Please.”
The plea was one that sparked through me, and there was no way I could resist it. I kissed him again, no longer worrying about gay or straight, or what I was doing. I settled between his legs and once more pulled them around my waist, this time grinding against him, the pleasure the action sent through me making me growl softly. My lips moved down his neck and I began to nip at the spot I’d been sucking at before.
His back arched as he pressed up against me, and I shifted my hips lower, the creature guiding my body’s actions now. The doubts returned for a moment as I felt his entrance give against the head of my cock, but then he moaned, and all further thought fled. I sucked again at his neck, and pushed inside him.
The feeling of him, tighter around me than anything I could remember before was too much—too overwhelming. I was going to come before I’d even managed to press into him all the way. He’d clenched around me at the first press, but the mewling sounds he was making sounded far more like pleasure than pain, so I kept going, slowly, inexorably, losing myself in him, and feeling the creature rise more with each push.
When I’d pressed into him fully, I held him close, panting, feeling as he clenched and unclenched around me, the feeling making it difficult not to pull back so I could thrust into him again. He was incoherent, and shifting under me, which I took as a sign of needing more, so I pulled back and thrust into him again, the world going scarlet around me with the rush of pleasure.
His cries pushed me to thrust again, and then again, both of us soon lost in a sea of hazed pleasure the likes of which I’d never felt before. His hands clutched at my shoulders as I fucked him hard and fast, one soon slipping between us to stroke the heated length trapped between us.
“Close?” I purred at him. He nodded, groaning, and I could feel him tighten around me. My fingers joined his on his cock, and I let another tendril of my magic flow through them. He cried out sharply, then bucked up against me, coming with a scream.
Somehow I managed to hold my own climax back as I watched him, then pulled him into a hungry kiss as I thrust into him harder than before, my whole body exploding with pleasure as finally I came deep inside him.
We lay still together for a bit, then I pulled away and rolled off him and onto my back, still panting. “God…”
“Mmm…” Harry’s eyes were closed, and he still looked lost in what we’d been doing.
“You…okay?”
“Fantastic,” he said, the word slightly slurred. He turned onto his side, looking at me. “You?”
I glanced at him, then away. “Good.”
His pleased expression faded a little at that. “You’re not still upset about all this, are you?” he asked.
“No.” It had felt too good for me to truly deny it. “But…we can’t know for sure it made any difference, can we? I mean…what if I still…? How do we know for sure I’m not a danger any more?”
He was silent for a few minutes. “I…suppose we don’t. Kingsley wants me to sort of be like a…parole officer for you. I thought…I could come visit every day for a while, until we learn what to look for. Whatever happens, Draco? I’ll be there. I promise.”
It might not be perfect, but for now, it was enough. “Thank you.”
“Thank you, Draco.” he said with a soft smile, then brushed a lock of hair from my eyes. I shivered at the familiarity of the gesture, but didn’t push him away. Perhaps this time, we could finally become friends?
Five years later
The platform was crowded, even though we’d arrived early.
“Scorpius, don’t run off just yet,” Astoria was telling him, holding onto his arm.
“Mother, please. I’m eleven. I can handle myself.”
Astoria sighed. I knew she wasn’t looking forward to this, but I knew Scorpius was more than ready. “Astoria, he’ll be fine.”
He smiled up at me. “Thank you, father.”
“I know you’ll make me proud, Scorpius.” I straightened his collar a bit, smiling back.
He glanced around, obviously eager to see if Pansy’s son had arrived. They were best friends, and it made me calmer knowing that he would have one friend already.
“Father…isn’t that Mister Potter?”
I followed my son’s gaze, and was met by sharp green eyes. The creature purred inside me at the sight of him. He nodded at me, and I returned the gesture, the creature shifting under my skin as I did so.
Breaking our gaze, I turned back to Scorpius. “Now, I want you to behave, Scorpius. I don’t want any letters from the Headmistress, are we clear? She might seem a bit odd at times, but I assure you, she’s as sharp as she ever was.”
Scorpius nodded. “Yes, father. May I get on the train and look for Malcom now?”
“Give your mother a kiss, and then you may.”
Scorpius stretched up to press a kiss to his mother’s cheek, then hurried off to the train before she could pull him into a hug.
I found an excuse to stay on the platform until most of the others had left, and soon it was only myself and Potter left. I moved to his side, and we watched the tracks for a few moments silently, as though we expected the train to return. “So…are we still on for this weekend?” he finally asked.
I glanced at him slantwise and smirked. “Eager?”
He couldn’t hold back a smile at that. “Yes.”
The creature inside me purred.