(AN: Hi, Meru here. This was written by Switch and now I'm adopting it, so it's moved to here. I'm sorry to all you long time readers.)

It had been an accident. Neither had meant for it to happen. Harry Potter had been hurrying to class while Draco Malfoy had been calmly sauntering through the empty halls clutching a round vial to his chest. Harry had tripped on the edge of a rug and flew to the floor, right in front of Draco, who also flew forward. The vial he'd been carrying fell from his hands fell to the cold floor and shattered, sending droplets of the black liquid it had encased everywhere.

"Ow," muttered Harry, "Malfoy, get off of me."

Draco grunted and rolled off of Harry, almost into the puddle of black on the floor. He turned and looked at the puddle and sat upright.

"Oh, shit," he murmured, realizing the black substance was on his hands and his skin was absorbing it.

"Malfoy, what is this stuff?" asked Harry, looking at the black that he had rubbed off his face and was sticking to his fingers. He gasped as the liquid entered his pores and ingnited his veins with an invisible fire. He panted heavily, feeling his heart rate increase and his skin flush. He felt as though he was burning alive so he undid the top clasp of his black robe, revealing his collar bone.

Draco stared at the newly exposed skin, swallowing air like a fish out of water. He closed his eyes and clenched his hands into fists, trying to refrain from reaching out.

"What is this stuff, Malfoy?" repeated Harry, frantic for an answer. He stood up and turned to look at Draco, then fell silent.

Draco lurched forward, trying to catch his breath, "It's a potion. It-"

He suddenly rose to his feet and pounced on top of Harry and mashed their lips together. The kiss was harsh and violent, Malfoy's lips brutally parting his own, Malfoy's tongue invading and filling his mouth, Malfoy's teeth heavily clanking against his. Harry felt violated, abused, and numerous other feelings he couldn't and didn't dare to indentify. One that filled his whole body, wrapped its way around mind, and saturated his soul was the last emotion anyone would ever guess that Harry Potter would feel in this situation- desire.

He realized he should probably be trying to push Malfoy away as his back was forced down against the cold stone floor and his head hit with a thump. He realized that the connection with his head and the floor would probably cause as large lump to reside there the next day. He even realized that Malfoy had just stolen his first kiss and was making good time in attempting to steal more of Harry's first times. The shocking thing was Harry didn't seem to care.

He moaned as the clasp of his robe was undone and the Slytherin's lips attacked his neck. He sighed as the boy that had made his life hell since his arrival at Hogwarts six years ago continued removing his robe and undoing the front buttons of the shirt he wore beneath it. Fire was coursing through his veins and the blonde's touch was pouring gasoline on it. He panted for air as Malfoy's hands trailed down his chest and rested at the hem of his pants. The thought then hit Harry that he was being molested by a boy he was supposed to loathe in the middle of a Hogwarts hallway.

Harry grinned and stood up. Malfoy growled at him with a questioning look on his face. He was then yanked into an empty storage room. The slamming of the heavy door resonated through the stone corridor.

"Mr. Potter, so nice of you to join us. Twenty points from Gryffindor for your tardiness. Please take your seat quickly," said Snape in a clipped voice, writing on the dirty chalkboard. He paid no attention to Harry's flushed face or the fact that his hair was matted down with sweat.

Harry quickly sat down and stared down at his books as Professor Snape continued his instructions. The repercussions of his actions were suddenly hitting. His body was already becoming stiff and sore, he reeked of sweat and other fluids, and one thought rang out in his mind above all others.

'I just lost my virginity to Draco Malfoy.'

The boy suddenly walked in. Harry forced himself not to look at him as he handed Snape a note and sat down. The note had definately been forged and Malfoy needed to teach him whatever spell he had used because he looked perfectly fine, not affected in the slightest.

A small twinge of pain teased his insides. What if it hadn't affected Malfoy? What if it hadn't meant anything to him at all? What if it had just been a physical urge that he had just needed to get rid of and had used Harry's body as a vessel to divest his urge into? That made no sense whatsoever. Harry burried his face in his hands, willing his mind to work correctly.

"Potter!" Snape shouted, causing Harry to jump. He hadn't even realized that he had been starting to cry until a tear trailed down his cheek and caught on his lower lip as the whole class stared at him, "Please pay attention. Now as I was saying, this potion is very unstable. It is a base potion for many other potions and can change with the slightest imbalance of ingredients..."

Harry's eyes were closed, but he listened. He couldn't stand to look at anyone. Shame filled his thoughts. He felt dirty. He wanted to run and take a shower and scrub his skin until the sweat and dirt was gone.

"Harry, are you alright?" Ron asked from the seat next to him. Harry looked up and realized everyone else was preparing the potion. He quickly began copying the directions off of the board.

"It's nothing you should be concerned with. I'm just a little tired."

Ron frowned, measuring out a green potion, "You seem upset. Do you want to talk about anything? We could talk later if you want."

"Just leave me alone, Ron," replied Harry, not wanting his friend butting in on his business. This was private business that he didn't want Ron knowing all of his secrets and inner thoughts. He used to. What had changed?

He glanced up and jumped out of his seat, "Neville!" he exclaimed. Neville had been writing something down when Crabbe had walked past and dumped an entire vial of a purple solution into his cauldron. The cauldron was now boiling and the liquid in it was thickening. The liquid then became a twisted worm-like creature with no defining characteristics and no physical aspects whatsoever. It began squirming and crawling out of the pot.

Neville looked at Harry then at his cauldron. He stood frozen as the goo-like object prepared to pounce of him. Snape began to walk over, but Harry was fast and pushed Neville out of the way before the creature could get him. It tackled Harry and wrapped itself around his head. Several Gryffindor boys ran over and tried to peel it off of him, but it was to no avail. The creature left him unable to breathe and he quickly went limp, allowing it to enter his orifices without any retaliation from Harry.

Harry collapsed to the ground as Snape sent a Slytherin girl off to find Madame Pomfrey. He gasped for air when the creature was completely inside of him and stared at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. They were wide open and their normal emerald color was dull and washed-out. He looked like a slowing rotting corpse as his skin took on several different shades of green, blue, purple, and yellow. No one know what to make of it.

"What happened?" asked Snape.

"Crabbe poured something into my cauldron," stated Neville, barely refraining from stuttering as he wiped tears from his face.

Snape glared at Crabbe, "What was it, Crabbe? What did you put in it?"

Crabbe held and empty vial with a label written in some different language that none of the students knew. Snape instructed Ron to watch Harry and make sure he kept breathing while he went to the back room and returned with a thick book.

He quickly flipped through the worn, dusty pages until he stopped on one. His finger moved down the page until he got to the bottom and turned the page again. This continued for several pages until he finally got to one. His thin, pale lips moved as he read. He finished reading and got an agitated look on his face. He sighed and shut the book.

"Ron, smack the boy."

Ron stared at him for a moment then quickly followed the odd instructions, fearing the loss of more points from Gryffindor on Harry's behalf. Harry jolted up into a sitting position and gasped, his skin and eyes hastily returning to their normal hues. His eyes moved around the room, taking everything in. He swallowed and coughed.

"What happened?" he asked then coughed again.

"Crabbe felt it appropriate to form a Liaryr Symbiotus. It crawled inside of you and caused you to go into a comatose-like state of unconcious. You'll be fine."

"I'm sorry, Professor, a what crawled inside of me?" asked Harry. He was trying to be polite and respectful, but his whole body ached and his head was throbbing. He desperately want to jump out of Professor Trelawney's tower for it all to just stop.

"A Liaryr Symbiotus. It's a female egg that witch women implant in themselves when they wish to concieve and have a fast pregnancy. It accelerates the growthrate of the child."

Harry rose to his feet in alarm, "You mean I'm pregnany!"

Snape looked somewhat amused, yet also annoyed, "Mr. Potter, the only way for you to concieve a child in this way would be to engage in intercourse with a male within the next 24 hours-"

"Oh, that's good.

"Or to have had intercourse with a male within the past 24 hours."

Everyone watched as Harry's eyes rolled into th back of his head and he suddenly collapsed to the ground.

"I know I identified the potion correctly. I have no idea why he passed out."

The was Snape's voice. Why was Snape in his bedroom?

"Well, something certainly caused this, Severus. Are you absolutely positive? Is it possible another ingredient was added other than the one you were told of?"

Madame Pomfrey?

"Most certainly not! I already checked with the students. I have no idea what could have caused this!"

"Severus, calm down. You've woken him up."

There was Professor Dumbledore. Harry slowly opened his eyes, revealling the owners of the voices standing by a bed in the infirmary, a bed he was laying in. What had happened?

"What's going on?" asked Harry. The all looked at him. He didn't like it. He wanted them to stop staring at him.

"You passed out in my class," Snape stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Harry nodded slowly, "Why did I-"

He stopped. All of the events of the day suddenly came rushing back to him; the sex, the potion, and the pregnancy were thoughts that immediatly began blaring in his ears.

"Professor Snape, where is Draco Malfoy right now?"

Snape frowned while Dumbledore answered Harry's question, "He's in herbology with Professor Sprout right now. Why do you ask, Harry?"

Harry flung away the white sheet that had covered his clothed body and brushed past them. He walked through the hallways as quickly as he could without it being called running. He either didn't notice or didn't care that Dumbledore, Snape and Pomfrey were all following him, but were unable to catch up with him. He moved through the school with expert ease, knowing the path he took by heart.

He burst into the greenhouse, earning the inquiring looks of the entire class of the sixth year Slytherins and Hufflepuffs. Draco Malfoy stood still, not daring to move until he realized that Harry was coming straight for him. He didn't even have time to run. Harry pounced on top of him and began beating him as hard as he could. It was all Malfoy could do but to attempt to block the the bombardment of punches, kicks, bites, and enraged screams.

No one could tell what Harry was screaming, but he was mad. No one had ever seen Harry that angry, not even when a Ravenclaw had made the mistake of saying that Sirius Black was murdering scum in Harry's presense. There was something in his eyes that reflected the insanity and turmoil he felt inside.

It took all four adults present and several students to drag the flailing Harry off of Draco. They held him back, but he struggled to get his hands back around Malfoy's throat.

"What the hell is your problem, Potter?" Malfoy shouted, daring Harry to tell them all the truth, knowing inside that this choice was a mistake, but it was too late to take it back.

Harry froze. Something inside of him broke. Draco had called him 'Potter'. He hadn't called him Potter before. He'd said Harry. He had moaned and gasped out Harry as they had made love.

'It wasn't making love. It was fucking. He fucked you like a piece of trash or a whore on the street because you're worth the same thing. You're worthless and you mean nothing to him.'

Harry stared at Draco, breathing heavily. No one dared to move. No one dared to speak. No one dared to breathe.

Harry shut his eyes, trying to keep the tears from leaking out. He was stronger than this. He was stronger than this. The tears rolled down his flushed cheeks as Malfoy carelessly wiped a drop of blood from his lip.

"I hate you," Harry whispered, but the silence caused it to ring out in the large room. Harry turned and left and everyone gaped at his back, left in a state of utter confusion.

Snape turned to Malfoy and glared, "Mr. Malfoy, I demand that you explain what all of this is about right this instant!"

Draco gazed down at the dirty floor then allowed his vision to rise. His eyes looked straight into Snape's, "I'm the father."

"How could this happen!" Severus shouted for what seemed like the hundredth time in five minutes.

Harry refused to look at anyone. His line of vision was nailed to a spot on the red carpet that covered the floor on Dumbledore's office. He sat in the velvet cushiond seat next to Draco, rubbing his abdomen, wondering what was going on inside of his body. He was hungry. Very, very, very hungry.

Snape was pacing and yelling while Draco listened to his ranting and Dumbledore tried to calm him down. Snape had something green on the hem of his robe. It was lime green. Mmmmm, limes. Key limes. Key lime pie...

"Harry?" asked Dumbledore.

"Key lime pie," he whispered with a small smile. He licked his lips, imaging the feel of the tart sweetness on his tongue, the fluffy pie filling would be cold against his lips, and the grahm and cinnamon crust would be crunchy and crumbly at the same time.

"Excuse me?"

Harry looked up at Dumbledore, "I want some key lime pie."

Everyone in the room stared at him like he was insane. He just sat and swung his feet back and forth, not daring to look up. Hunger glistened his eyes and he continued to lick and bite his own bruised lips. He tried to pay attention to the matter at hand, but his mind was darting around like a mouse in a maze. He couldn't focus. And he was hungry. Very, very, very hungry.

Dumbledore sighed, "Professor Snape, would you please escort Harry to the kitchens and get him something to eat. Draco and I will remain here and continue our discussion. We will finish up matters with Harry and yourself in the morning."

Harry and Snape left, not knowing what Dumbledore was going to say to Draco. Neither knew if they truly wanted to...
TO BE CONTINUED