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Incubus Anxieties

Epilogue

It was one o'clock in the afternoon on July 31st and Draco and Harry were attempting for the fifth time to actually get out of bed and do something that didn't involve sex. They had both taken the day off from work to celebrate Harry's eighteenth birthday. They'd spent all morning in their flat in wizarding London, "celebrating" in bed. And on the floor and in the shower and on the couch...

Only a month before, Harry, with some help from Draco, had managed to take care of the threat of Voldemort once and for all. The rest of the Order and the Aurors had already rounded up the majority of the Death Eaters and shipped them off to Azkaban.

With Lucius in prison, Narcissa had bought a trendy little townhouse, overjoyed to be out from beneath her husband's thumb. She had filed for divorce shortly after his incarceration. Harry Potter's firm stance by her side in the courtroom had not only gotten her the divorce she wanted so much—along with all of the Malfoy assets being transferred to hers and Draco's names—but quieted the mutterings that she should be arrested for assisting the Dark Lord and thrown in Azkaban with Lucius. Draco had become Severus' apprentice, and would one day succeed him as Hogwarts' Potions professor. Harry, tired of worrying about crazy psycho serial killers with arsenals of Dark magic, had opted to begin training as a mediwizard instead of an Auror. His vast knowledge of spells and their effects, leftover from his DA days, helped him to recognize and treat magical maladies quickly.

Ron and Hermione were engaged and Blaise and Ginny were involved in a serious relationship. Dean and Seamus had gotten together right before the end of the year, as Harry and Draco's very public relationship had given many homosexual students the courage to come out. Pansy and Neville were still single, but Harry sometimes wondered about the way they watched each other when they thought no one was looking.

Presently, Draco and Harry were starving and trying to find the willpower to stop having sex long enough to find some food. Harry had just managed to stand up when he suddenly doubled over in pain.

"Harry?" Draco exclaimed, his voice pitched high with concern. Harry fell to his knees on the carpeting, groaning through clenched teeth. "Merlin, Harry, what's wrong?"
"I don't know," Harry ground out. He buried his head in his hands, muffling a strained moan as his entire body began to shake.

After what seemed like forever to both boys, he finally stilled, breathing raggedly, and looked up at Draco.

"Oh, damn, Harry," Draco whispered.

Harry's eyes were glowing green, like emerald fire. With training for Quidditch and for the war, he had been a well-built young man before, but now his shoulders were broader and his biceps seemed to bulge just a bit more. And, since Harry was still naked, Draco could see that his legs had filled out and his cock was slightly thicker.

His hair now fell in a more stylized version of Harry's normal just-thoroughly-shagged look; a clump of thick, glossy black hair fell over one green eye, making him look lascivious.

He stood, shakily, and Draco helped support him.

"I guess my parents weren't the only one who had a secret, eh?

Harry looked at Draco in shock. "I can't be a..." His sentence was interrupted as the lust pounded into him. He let out a guttural groan and found himself on his hands and knees again.

Then, without any warning, he jerked his head up and tackled Draco, bringing him down to the floor with him.

Draco had been expecting this, so he rolled and pinned his boyfriend, holding him down easily. He had had seven months to grow accustomed to his inhuman incubus strength while Harry had only had a few minutes.

Draco didn't prepare Harry this time; he knew Harry wouldn't need it. He just positioned himself between Harry's legs and thrust himself into his lover's body. Harry's head tipped back, mouth opened in a silent scream as he came within minutes, still riding the wave of an incubus' first lust.

Panting, Harry blinked at Draco as the incubus in him faded until it was just white noise in the back of his head.

"No," he said stubbornly, once he regained the power of speech. "There is no way I am an incubus, too. Incubi are so rare, what are the chances of both of us having the gene?"

"Sorry, love, but either you went temporarily insane or you completed the same transformation I did. Take your pick. I assume you were born at 1:13 then?"

"I pick temporary insanity," Harry insisted, his bottom lip poking it in an expression that looked suspiciously like a pout. "And I have no idea what time I was born."

"Hey, look at the bright side!" Draco said cheerfully, kissing Harry on the top of the head. "The sex was amazing with only one incubus. Just think of how unbelievable it will be now that we both are incubi! We can have sex all the time without worrying about me draining you dry. And you're as strong as me now so..."

Harry stop his monologue by groaning loudly, his hard-on already returning. "Oh dear God," was all he had to say.

The End.

A/N: That's the end of that! If you want to know more about Draco and Harry's life together, as well as the fall of Voldemort, their tale is continued in Incubus Drabbles. Thank you for reading!

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