Disclaimer: Don't own Harry potter

Warning: Nothing that graphic, but it does have it. Seriouslly this story is the worst I've written for that stuff.

A/N I think this chapter is okay, I feel to lazyto summ it up today , Oh if you want to see what the creature I've created will look like, you can take a look in my info for the link. It's just a general sketch, nothing to fancy and my horrible drawing can't mess up the idea of it to much. When I drew it I didn't have any age included, so think of it as an idea of what the creature will look like once older.

InuLorien lol I'll update soon enough.. once I get off my lazy bottom! And I'm very lazy hehe.

ura-hd Well that would be telling :P Harry isn't thinking, I'd say he's thinking about bigger problems right now other then a note heherefer to the A/N about the sketch (I sound so knowledgeable o.O no I really don't but er.. whatever!)

In the end your skin turned into black scales, smooth black scales. Snakes are said to be slimy, but their skin is so smooth. Malfoy fits that description, you think ironically. He's dangerous, everyone thinks of him as a slimy git, and yet his skin is so smooth.

What made you realize that must have been from the magic in your blood. His hands are smoother running down your scaly skin, shining obsidian in the little candle light in the bathroom.

You don't hate him like you used to, you hate him because he makes you feel something, you hate him because he's not as cold as you thought he was, yet he lets others see him rule and do what he says and does. And you know you care.

But it has to end in two weeks; it must end in two weeks. You know it's the only possible ending to this, and if you come out with a creature in your body, so be it. But you know you'll never get out of here without making Draco Malfoy hate you once more. He never did whisper undying love to you after all.

The potion wore off soon enough, and you got used to being in your skin again. It was interesting seeing everything, well not actually seeing. Your eyesight got worse if anything, but your sense of what was around you seemed to heighten.

Smells had been stronger, overpowering almost. You didn't know how any creature could live like that, and if you were lucky, no creature would have to..

Malfoy was still looking at you in a strange way, his gray eyes softening as if you were the most wonderful creature on this planet. You notice he does this a lot when no one else is around, and you're not really looking at him. You wish he wouldn't look at you at all.

"Snape says the magic is working so much better then with Pansy's blood and in a week or maybe less they will be able to perform the spell." Malfoy finally announces, making your head snap up and eyes grow round.

"What?" you squawk, knowing you won't be out of here for two weeks, and that will mean you'll have no choice but to have that monster Voldemort wants inside of you.

"Don't look so scared, it's nothing to worry about." Malfoy tells you, not quite looking at you because you know he does fear for you, he doesn't want what happened before to Pansy to happen to you.

How do you know that? He thought you were sleeping and spilled how he felt to your 'sleeping' form. You feel sorry for Pansy, the way she died, and the mutilated creature that came from the birth. You don't want to die with your stomach being ripped open either.

"Easy for you to say." you reply to Malfoy, staring at him and taking in everything you can about him, the way his nose wiggles when he's annoyed, the way his one, and only one, strand of hair seems to curl around his ear, the way his eyes lighten a bit when looking at you, and so much more little tendencies about him.

You want to be able to find them fascinating now in case you die next week. You try to think about Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and everything about them too so you will never forget them in case you're lost to this spell the Death Eaters perform on you. You want to remember it all. Just remember.

You should have remembered that your luck can't hold out forever though.

A week had gone by when Snape came into Malfoy's room. One more week to the full moon, and you still had no clue where Malfoy's leash was hidden. He still had no clue where Ginny's note was hidden, though.

Snape handed Malfoy two vials, one a dark red the other a dark black. "Drink these and in an hour come down to the Hall. The Dark Lord has it set up so you two can start the spell as quickly as possible. He doesn't want the creature created after the full moon. He's worked me very hard for this, do not screw it up." he said.

You know you have to go through with this. It's making you stomach so nervous you're afraid your heart and lungs will come up out of your throat. Malfoy walks over to his closet and opens it; there lies the leash on a hook.

You can't believe you never thought to look there! You take a hidden note of where to locate the leash and concentrate at the problem at hand. Your only hope is that you won't get yourself killed.

Malfoy hands you the vial, which you take gingerly and open it up. Screwing you face up as you down the stuff. Malfoy opens the red vial, and takes it down with one gulp. He doesn't have any expression, not even one of dislike.

How he cannot you don't know, but he takes one look at you, and you can see his eyes looking at you with something close to fear. He's not saying anything, you realize, because he's afraid that if he does, something very bad will happen.

He's probably right. You know that you can't refuse to go to the Hall tonight. You could put everything into jeopardy. And even as tempting as that thought is, you know it's more then your life at stake if you do.

Like the first time, your body changed. But so does his. He has thick grey scales, patterned with white on them. It was your turn to be captivated. Whatever creature Voldemort was trying to create, it would most defiantly have the looks to kill.

His hair still fell around his face in blonde silky stripes, but with the scales covering him, he looks surreal. You find yourself starting to wonder what the creature will look like, if it will look like you or Malfoy. You can't really tell though.

You know that however much it pisses you off, you actually have to go through this. Malfoy thinking of the creature as your child seems to make your heart skip. But you're still unsure of how you'll ever get out while the creature is growing inside you.

What if Voldemort locks the creature in with his own devices and because you are the 'mother' you won't be able to escape? You don't want to think of that and hope it never does happen.

As you feel the scales sink into your skin again, and leave you're smooth skin in their place, you know your hour of freedom is up. It is time to face the music, or the raving mad lunatic.

The Hall you first met Voldemort in during your little 'stay' was arranged to have a bunch of pillows in the middle, where you and Malfoy were invited to sit down, more you being forced by Malfoy's strong hands to the cushions on the floor, and a bunch of Death Eaters started to make symbols on the ground for protection.

You felt the potion in your blood boil up, as if trying to suffocate your very being. The only light source in the damp cold room was a fire across the room, but it didn't really reach to where you and Malfoy lay down.

You can hear Malfoy breathing behind you, breaths coming out slowly and confidently. You know your breath gives away how nervous you are. As you hear an incantation start to be cried out, you look up to see Voldemort standing with his wand pointed at the circle whispering unknown words to your ears.

The circle starts to glow a strangely electric black, with a deep red weaving in and out of it. Soon you feel Malfoy's hands over you, and the circle drowns everything out with sight, and a loud sound of howling winds.

The red turns brighter and brighter as Malfoy and you move faster and faster, you want to get this done as quickly as possible knowing there are Death Eaters and Voldemort outside the circle. And whether they can see you or not is not something you know at this moment in time.

Malfoy finally reaches climax, bringing you to the edge as well, and as he bites down on your neck you cry out 'Draco.' It's the fact that he can't hear you that hides your embarrassment and fear of his reaction, the winds too loud to hear your own cries of ecstasy.

You only know you made them, but you suddenly feel the light envelope you, magic flowing through your very being. It seems to be coursing through your body, ripping you apart and putting you back together. Malfoy doesn't seem to be faring any better.

He's currently digging his fingernails into your back and crushing you waist with his hold on you. You never did hear the whimper he let out. Malfoy suddenly brought his face up to yours and kissed your lips softly, very softly.

His hold lessened and you felt the magic burn, burn your skin off and melt you with Malfoy's body. It ended with a slight tingle running down your thighs and back. You don't know what Malfoy is feeling but his mouth is very close to your ear.

"I love you." Malfoy whispers, it's so light you barely catch it. The tingles along your body make you feel too relaxed, content to just lie there under him, but if you had been in any other state you would have fainted right then and there at such a confession.

'You won't love me after what I'm going to do in a week.' you think to yourself. You don't think your vocal chords are working anymore. You feel his body slacken, and the spell die down and sink into your skin.

Suddenly the electric black light dims and leaves, leaving an empty room to your view. At least no one watched this spell take place. You can feel something moving in you, wriggling around, making itself at home in your body. You can't help but feel a little bit horrified.

Malfoy has fallen asleep, and you're not far behind from being knocked out from the energy the spell took from you. But you have to choke out a few words before you fall into the blissful oblivion, "I loved you too."

It wasn't an easy wake up call you got, your body screaming to get up and relieve yourself of the stomach pains. You wanted to stay lying on the pillows, even if the one digging into your back was making you uncomfortable, you still felt exhausted and didn't want to get up.

The struggle didn't last long between your body's needs and your mind's wants; your body chose for you and forced your stomach to heave. You were lucky enough to get off the pillows before throwing your stomach's contents onto the floor.

After heaving all you could, and wondering if you were going to die, it hurt that much, you feel a pair of hands steadying your shivering body. You're cold, naked, and sticky with sweat. It doesn't help that your stomach is racing a mile a minute.

"It's going to be okay." you hear a voice whisper behind you, and a pair of strong hands move over your arms to create friction and heat you up a bit. You wonder why this worked, why you're not dead, or if you're going to die.

"No, it won't." you respond, glaring at the floor, feeling another wave of nausea come over you. He keeps you steadied through the convulsions of your body, whispering nothing in particular; all of it meant to sooth you.

"Yes it will. You're not dead yet. Pansy died an hour after the spell was preformed." Malfoy tells you, and you find little comfort in it. It only means this hasn't killed you yet.

"No Malfoy, it won't be okay. How could it be with this thing in me? I feel it wriggling inside me. I have a question." you snap back, and it's true, you do feel it wriggling inside you as if it has a tail, it's the most absurd way to be tickled.

"Yes." Malfoy says, more out of exasperation and defeat then to really want to answer a question.

"Was Pansy Parkinson willing? I mean really willing to bare this creature? Or was she forced like me?" you ask. You don't know why you never thought to ask before, but you're not sure why you even have to ask it, she had to have been willing, anything for her Dark Lord, right?

"No she wasn't." is his only reply, and you turn around making him take his hands off of you and study his face, and look into his eyes. You can see regret.

"What happened? I mean really happened to her? I already heard half the story, and don't deny it. If you weren't a pillow talker I would never have learned it." you say, feeling satisfied as his gray eyes open with shock, his pink lips, still red from last night, opening to form an 'O'.

You can see how angry he is with you; you can almost feel it, but he only closes up to you. You don't like that he does that, but he does. You have crossed a boundary that he can't handle, you have taken charge like you usually do, and he doesn't like the fact at all.

"That, Potter, is none of your business. If I trusted you I might tell you." he leaves all conversation there, turning to clean up the mess you made on the floor with a wand that was placed on the floor beside you.

You never saw that wand, and wonder when it was placed there, or if it was always there. You mentally kick yourself; if you had noticed that wand you cold have been out of here! Your minute of self-loathing makes you forget your response, and it leaves your mind never to come back.

You do trust me, when I'm asleep.

You were moved back to Malfoy's room, only this time the Death Eaters didn't taunt you, they made sure you got there safely. It was like being a revered god, holding something holy in your hand.

Only you wouldn't call a creature intended to cause massive destruction a holy relic.

Malfoy now acts like you will break at any moment, and it's driving you insane. The only discomfort you're feeling is him being a twat and this damn constant wiggling in your body.

"How long will I have this thing in me?" you ask Malfoy. "And stop treating me like I'm made out of glass!" you snap as he tries to lift your head gently onto a pillow. The question startles him and all the nervousness that's built up in his body comes out and he drops your head on the bed roughly.

"I was better off being raped by you." you grind out through clenched teeth, trying to hold the sharp pain you now feel in your head.

He glares at you and says something equally harsh. "I'm sorry your majesty, but if you get hurt it's my ass that feels the sting if Voldemort finds out his creature was endangered."

"Answer the damn question." you growl out, hating the fact that it's possible he might not be looking after you because he cares about your well being.

"I don't know Potter, now shut up and get some rest. I have to get double what your normally eat because Voldemort wants you fattened up and plump for a healthy child." Malfoy explains, before making his way to the door.

"I'm betting he just wants to roast me on a spittle over an open fire at the Death Eater cook out next Wednesday!" you call after him, smiling as you hear his soft laughter float to you from behind the closed door.

You hope that's not an actual outcome after this creature is out of you. You don't want to become Harry a la mode. Becoming fat does not bother you; you're bothered by why you're going to become fat.

If only there was a way to abort it, then it would stop the never ending wriggling. You don't know that eventually you will miss that wriggling, that you will miss always being able to protect your brood.

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