Ch. 6

First Touches

Harry didn't run into Blaise until Potions class. They were waiting outside the dungeons, the door to the class wasn't open yet. Blaise was with his fellow Slytherins and Harry walked up to him after waving to Ron and Hermione.

"Blaise," he said.

"H-Harry," Blaise stuttered, looking shocked as he turned around.

"I wanted to say sorry. "Look cub I'm very sorry."

"What?" "What?"

"You first, cub," Blaise said. Harry took a breath and said, " I wanted to apologize… for what happened earlier today. I moved too fast."

"No, no cub," Blaise said. "I should have said something, I'm not… I'm not ready for that yet. I can talk big but… when it comes to actually doing it…"

Both boys frowned and, at a lost of words, gravitated towards each other until they were both hugging. "Am I forgiven?" Harry whimpered.

"Of course cub, always," Blaise said. "I promise that I'll do my best to be more open about my readiness."

"Okay," Harry nodded.

"I want you to sit with me for class," Blaise said. "Alright?"

"Sure," Harry nodded, and they hugged once more, relieved that their first fight was behind them. The dungeon door opened and Slughorn's belly preceded him out of the door. As they filed into the room, his great walrus mustache curved above his beaming mouth, and he greeted Harry and Blaise with particular enthusiasm.

The dungeon was, most unusually, already full of vapors and odd smells. Harry sniffled interestedly as he passed large, bubbling cauldrons. Harry and Blaise took a table together with Draco Malfoy and Nott, those being the only three Slytherins to advance into N.E.W.T., while the four Ravenclaws took a table together. Harry glanced back to see that Ron and Hermione took the table next to his, sitting with the only Hufflepuff in the class, whose name escaped Harry.

"Now then, now then, now then," Slughorn said. "Scales out, everyone, and potion kits, and don't forget your copies of Advanced Potion-Making. …"

Harry got his stuff out and heard a small sound. He looked up at Theodore Nott while Professor Slughorn moved to deal with Ron, who did not have any equipment. Theodore was a handsome boy in Harry's opinion. He was raven-haired like Harry, however he kept his hair kept and neat while Harry's was a bird's nest. His face and skin was pale from a lack of sunlight, there was a bookish attractiveness to him however it was hidden by a constant sneer the boy possessed. He can do with some muscles, Harry commented mentally as he examined the lanky frame of Nott.

"That can be arranged, just have him drink our milk," the Incubus said.

Blaise first… I want him fully on my side.

Harry could feel the Incubus nod inside him as Slughorn took attention of the class again.

"Now then. I've prepared a few potions for you to have a look at, just out of interest, you know. These are the kind of things you ought to be able to make after completing your N.E.W.T.s. You ought to have heard of 'em, even if you haven't made 'em yet. Anyone tell me what this one is?"

He indicated the cauldron nearest Harry's table. Harry looked inside to see what looked like plain water boiling away inside it.

Hermione's well-practiced hand hit the air before anyone else's; Slughorn pointed at her.

"It's Veritaserum, a colorless, odorless potion that forces the drinker to tell the truth," Hermione said.

"Very good, very good!" Slughorn replied happily. "Now…" He pointed to the next potion and Hermione's hand shot up again.

"That's Polyjuice Potion, sir," she said.

Harry too had recognized the slow-bubbling, mudlike substance in the second cauldron, he did not resent Hermione getting the credit for answering the question; she, after all, was the one who had succeeded in making it, back in their second year.

"At least, I see no reason for us to drink that vile potion… I still have nightmares of the taste," the Incubus said. As if sensing Harry's surprised, his laughter filled Harry's head as he said, "We are one in the same love! Of course I remember everything you remember. It just took you a few years to realize that I'm in here."

While Harry and his Incubus were talking, Professor Slughorn asked for the identification of the third potion, which Hermione gave right away. "It's Amortentia! The most powerful love potion in the world!"

"Even so it will have no effect on us," the Incubus chuckled.

Why?

"We are the seducer, why would a measly human potion affect us like so? If we drink it, it would be like drinking water… however it does have a wonderful smell." Harry agreed. He closed his eyes and smelled hard leather, the woody smell of a broomstick, and a very male and musky aroma all blended together.

"May I ask your name, my dear?" Slughorn asked.

"Hermione Granger, sir."

"Granger? Granger? Can you possibly be related to Hector Dagworth-Granger, who found the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers?"

"No, I don't think so, sir. I'm Muggle-born, you see."

"Oho! 'One of my best friends is Muggle-born, and she's the best in our year!' I'm assuming this is the very friend of whom you spoke, Harry?"

"Yes sir," Harry nodded. He noticed a sharp, annoyed look on Theodore's face and frowned. He leaned forward and whispered, "Do you have a problem, Nott?"

Nott gave Harry a sharp glare, his mouth opened but closed when he saw Blaise glare at him as well. Harry smiled viciously and relaxed near Blaise. "And what about you, Malfoy?" Harry whispered. "Do you have a problem?"

"No problem," Draco grumbled.

"Good… it would be so hard if you had a problem Draco… I just don't know what I would do," Harry purred silently so only the three of them could hear him. He smiled when he saw Draco's cheeks blushing red and leaned back to focus, once more, on Professor Slughorn. He was explaining one final potion; it was splashing about merrily, the color of molten gold, and large drops were leaping like goldfish above the surface, though not a particle had spilled.

"That's Liquid Luck," Theodore whispered while Hermione said it excitedly to the class. "Felix Felicis."

"Quite right, take another ten points for Gryffindor. Yes it's a funny little potion, Felix Felicis," Slughorn said. "Desperately tricky to make and disastrous to get wrong. However, if brewed correctly, as this has been, you will find that all your endeavors tend to succeed …at least until the effects wear off."

A luck potion… sounds useful, Harry thought to himself.

"Indeed it does… however it must be awfully difficult to craft," the Incubus agreed. "However if there was a way to get our hands on it, it would make breaking our chains that much easier."

As if to answer the Incubus's request, Slughorn took out a tiny glass vial full of the potion out of his waistcoat pocket and said, "One tiny bottle of Felix Felicis. Enough for twelve hours' luck. From dawn till dusk, you will be lucky in everything you attempt.

"So… how are you to win my fabulous prize? Well by turning to page ten of Advanced Potion-Making. We have a little over an hour left to us, which should be time for you to make a decent attempt at the Draught of Living Death. I know it is more complex that anything you have attempted before, and I do not expect a perfect potion from anybody. The person who does best, however, will win little Felix here. Off you go!"

"Win this. We need that potion!"

Agreed. Harry nodded as he opened his copy of Advanced Potion-Making, a determined glint in his eyes as he drew his cauldron closer to himself and fell into an intense feeling. Nobody spoke. The concentration within the room was almost tangible. Ten minutes in, the whole place was full of bluish steam. Hermione, of course, seemed to have progressed furthest. Her potion already resembled the "smooth, black currant-colored liquid" mentioned as the ideal halfway stage.

"We are alright at Potions, we've scraped an Outstanding by one point… however that doesn't mean that we can relax Harry. We know for a fact that Hermione aced her O.W.L.s and can only assume the same with Draco. Now, we have to think of ways to be better than them—no use the silver knife, it's sharper." The Incubus instructed.

Harry had finished chopping his roots and reached for the sopophorous bean he had to cut up next.

Really? Didn't we sharpen them? Harry frowned.

"No, you forgot. Like always. Just use the silver knife," the Incubus sighed.

Harry rolled his eyes and reached for his silver knife. He started trying to cut it, but was having trouble as the bean kept slipping out of his grip. "How the hell are we supposed to get the juices from here?" the Incubus growled.

How am I supposed to know? I barely got an Outstanding!

Frustrated, Harry thought that it would be easier to cut the bean and get the juices out of it was squished a little bit. So he took the flat side of his dagger and crushed the bean. To his astonishment, it immediately exuded so much juice he was amazed the shriveled bean could have held it al. Hastily scooping it all into the cauldron he saw, to his surprise, that the potion immediately turned exactly the shade of lilac described by the textbook.

"How did you do that?" the Incubus gasped, equally astonished as Harry.

I don't know! Did you give me any of your intelligence?

"My intelligence is your intelligence and all I know is sex and Dark Arts," the Incubus said. "Come on stir! Counterclockwise the book says, hurry! We need that potion!"

Harry nodded again and started stirring counterclockwise. Once, twice, thrice, four times, five times, six times seven times—

"Harry?"

Harry turned to look at Blaise, and as he turned to look to his right, his stirring hand moved with him so that he somehow added a clockwise stir. The potion's color changed immediately into the palest pink.

Both Harry and Blaise gasped at that. "How did you do that?" Blaise asked.

"I—I don't know. I think I added a clockwise stir by mistake," Harry said, returning to his counter-clockwise stirs. "Do you need help?"

"How did you get the juice out of the bean?" Blaise asked, pointing to his own sopophorous bean.

"Oh that… the Incubus told me to use my silver dagger…because I forgot to sharpen my other knives, and out of frustration, I… smashed it with the flat edge. Here," he handed Blaise the knife with his free hand and returned to stirring the potion.

"Hmm… do that again, with the clockwise stir," the Incubus said. The voice paused, almost as if it was listening or reading something, "Yeah, I think it was after the seventh spin. So five… six… seven… now!"

Harry added a clockwise stir and to his great pleasure, the potion changed color again, slowly creeping towards the desired clear as water that the book described. He decided to keep doing that, though neither he nor the Incubus know how or why it happened, and he looked around. As far as he could see, no one else's potion had turned as pale as his. He felt elated, something that had never happened before in this dungeon.

"And time's…up!" Slughorn called. "Stop stirring, please!"

Slughorn moved slowly among the tables, peering into cauldrons. He made no comment, but occasionally gave the potions a stir or a sniff. At last he reached the table where Harry, Blaise, Draco, and Theo were sitting. He gave Draco's potion an approving nod and passed over Nott's light blue concoction. Then he saw Harry's, and a look of incredulous delight spread over his face.

"The clear winner!" he cried to the dungeon. "Excellent, excellent, Harry! Good lord, it's clear you've inherited your mother's talent. She was a dab hand at Potions, Lily was! Here you are, then, here you are—one bottle of Felix Felicis, as promised, and use it well!"

Harry slipped the bottle of golden liquid into his inner pocket. "Excellent talent and pure dumb luck," the Incubus chuckled. "But it does not matter, we have the potion."

So when will we use it?

"When I tell you to, Harry," the Incubus said. "It will be our last resort to break our chains. For now, let's focus on Blaise, he seems to be wanting to say something to us."

"That was amazing cub, how did you do that?" Blaise smiled, pulling Harry into a hug as the class left the dungeon.

"Don't know, just got lucky I suppose," Harry smiled, chuckling at the jealous look Draco was giving him. "Envy does not make you handsome Draco, you might want to wipe that look off your face," he said in a lascivious tone that caused Draco's cheeks to heat up.

"I bet he was following a different direction," Theodore said. "I've saw you changing stirring directions."

"That was a fluke," Harry shrugged. "Blaise distracted me and I just accidently stirred the other way. Who knew that it would work so well."

"And the bean with the silver dagger?"

"My knives need sharpening and I was frustrated," Harry stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

Theodore continued to give him a hard glare and Harry just smiled, one hand resting on the Slytherin's chest as the four of them stopped in the middle of the hallway. "Come on dear, don't be such an inquisitor, you're much too handsome for that," he said. A queer smile adorned his face and, unbeknownst to him, his eyes started to change red. "I just did what I'm good at, and I'm good at many things… if you want to see it for yourself…"

"P-Potter?"

Harry!"

Harry turned, his features normal as Ron and Hermione ran up to him. "How did you do that?" Hermione asked. "You didn't have help did you?"

"No, of course not," Harry smiled. "It was just… a series of flukes that turned out right."

"So just dumb luck?" Hermione asked, looking a little reprehensive.

"How else do I do things?" Harry said, giving an easy smile and laugh. "But seriously Hermione, there was skill there. I've followed the directions exactly as everyone else. It's just when it came to the stirring… I found a better way."

"I see… anyway, Ron and I are heading for dinner," Hermione said.

"I'll be with you in a second, just let me say goodbye to Blaise," Harry said. He turned to his boyfriend and kissed him lightly. "I'll see you later Sir," he whispered. "And… maybe we can have some alone time? Just to talk?"

"Meet me on the seventh floor after dinner," Blaise commanded.

Harry nodded and joined Ron and Hermione.

"So, how is it you've got stuck sitting with the Slytherins? We've missed you mate," Ron said.

"Blaise and I wanted to sit with each other, little did I know that I had to sit with Malfoy and Nott," Harry explained.

"Malfoy must have been pretty angry at that," Ron laughed.

"Actually yeah, but I had my fun with it. …Hermione no need to look at me like that, I haven't done anything to him yet! Anyways…"

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Like Zabini instructed, Harry waited by the seventh floor after dinner. He watched the Gryffindors from around a corner as they made their way towards the Gryffindor Common Room in Gryffindor Tower, ducking back whenever somebody turned their heads his way. He waited half an hour until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He screamed as he turned around, his hand reaching reflexively for his wand, but stopped when he saw Blaise standing, smirking. Without a word, the Slytherin took Harry's hand and began to pull him down the corridor. It only took Harry five minutes to realize that they were heading towards the Room of Requirement.

Just like last year, they walked the corridor three times, Harry's mind blank while Blaise's was full of whatever they need; and just as last year, on the third rotation the door appeared, looking like a simple wooden door.

Blaise held the door open for Harry and he walked inside. The room the two walked into was smaller than the practice area Dumbledore's Army had last year. It was akin to a small classroom, however it was furnished with a simple couch and coffee table, a circular red rug laying underneath. The walls had windows showing the Black Lake and Forbidden Forest.

"I just think that… we needed a place to talk privately," Blaise said. "So have a seat, cub."

They moved to the couch and sat down. Blaise looked nervous and Harry frowned. "I'm sorry," he said automatically.

"No, no, it's just… I know I talk big, hell on the train I had you on my lap snogging me, but… I just don't know how to act… how to take charge and… do sexual things," Blaise said. "Earlier today I just freaked out because our talk was becoming reality… and I'm a little scare of it."

"Of having sex?" Harry asked.

"Of this whole Incubus relationship," Blaise said honestly, taking Harry's hand in his. "I find the idea so damn hot but… when it's time for action, for us to do things, I blank."

"Well… I admit that I moved too fast," Harry said. "I mean, this is what our first day of dating and I'm already trying to get into your pants?" They both gave a tense, awkward laugh. "I just think that the Incubus inside me is just so impatient to be free, and I'm so impatient to break my chains that we overreacted."

"So… what are we going to do?" Blaise asked.

"Move slowly, though it pains me and my Incubus," Harry sighed.

"Right…" Blaise nodded. "Move slowly, I think that's a good plan… however…" Blaise licked his lips and his body trembled. "I think that we should get used to seeing each other naked, you know, since you'll need me… and Draco and who knows who else."

"But you just said—"

"I know that I said we should take it slow but, I think that if we know each other's bodies naked, it would help calm our nerves… my nerves," Blaise said. "Please Harry?"

Harry thought for a moment, looking at his boyfriend then nodded. "Okay," he said gently. A relaxed smile appeared on Blaise. "Okay," he repeated.

They both stood from the couch and stared at each other. For some reason, Harry became suddenly nervous as his hands began to shake. They dropped their wands on the coffee table and slowly took off their robes, leaving each boy in their button up shirt and pants and tie representing each boy's respected House. They stopped, hands and bodies trembling. Their eyes met and Harry bit the bottom of his lip. "I'll… I'll get naked first," he whispered.

Blaise nodded, and he reached for Harry's tie, loosening it with gentle, shaking hands and pulling it off of Harry's neck. The teenage Incubus's hands trembled as he reached for his shirt's buttons and slowly undid them one by one. He had no shirt worn underneath the button-up, it was too hot for it, so with each button, an inch of his smooth, unblemished skin appeared. It was naturally tanned, though showed signs of lightening to the pale white skin he had growing up when he contact to sunlight was bare minimum. His nipples were pink and pushed out slightly, giving Harry a feminine look, like developing buds of breasts that will never grow larger as it filled with his milk. His stomach had a small bump due to his just eating dinner, yet the rest of his body shown lean muscles as Harry slowly slid the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. Blaise moaned approvingly, and Harry blushed when he noticed a growing tent in both their pants.

Harry's fingers shook violently as he reached for the hem of his pants. He took a deep breath and undid the pant's button and zipper, whose noise filled the room too much for Harry's liking. He closed his eyes and pushed his pants down, revealing the tight underwear he was wearing. He removed those after he stepped out of his pants.

Naked as the day he came into his inheritance, Harry gave a slow turn as his cock throbbed and hole leaked with his self-lubricating liquid. Blaise just moaned and began to undress himself.

Blaise's skin reminded Harry of chocolate. It was delicious looking, hairless like Harry, and lean, however it was clear to the boy that Blaise was much more physically stronger than he was, his arms bulging with muscles and chest having the beginnings of looking developed. His cock was hard, sitting in a patch of curled black pubic hair. It was longer and thicker than Harry's and made his whole quiver madly with gluttony for the cock.

Their cheeks blazing with blush, the two gave shy looks at each other, their eyes both drifting down to the other's cock. "We should… we should sit down," Blaise suggested.

Harry nodded.

The couch was small so their bodies pressed against each other when they sat. The insides of Harry's butt started to get wetter as their cocks pointed upright. His nipples felt strangely aroused.

"Can I…" Blaise paused then looked up at Harry. "Can I suck… your nipples?" he asked, embarrassed.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Blaise breathed. "If you would allow me?"

Harry nodded and Blaise moved to straddle him. Their cocks pressed together, and it got them moaning as Blaise pushed against Harry's body, lowering his head as Harry relaxed further into the couch which seemed to be reclining. Blaise hooked onto his left nipple while his hand moved to grope the right.

Blaise bit Harry's nipple lightly and began to suck, earning a small moan out of the boy. His chest felt hot as it began to fill, small drops of his milk leaking out of his sucked nipple as Blaise continued to suck and bite with relish. His hand continued to grope and squeeze his left nipple like it was a breast, and Harry wondered, for the briefest of moments, how it would feel to actually have them. Blaise continued to suck and a squirt of milk came out of Harry's nipple. Blaise held it in his mouth and swallowed. He unlatched from the swollen nipple which was now freely leaking, and smiled. "You taste delicious."

"Sorry I didn't last long," Harry breathed, "but I feel so full…"

"Then I gotta drink more," Blaise chuckled, giving Harry a cocky smile that he was used to. The Slytherin latched onto the nipple again and sucked hard, Harry moaning as milk began squirting and gushing from his nipples. Both boys moaned as a perverted heat took hold of them. Blaise's free hand reached for their cocks and began jerking them furiously as he drank more and more of Harry's milk.

Harry felt a pain in his head and groaned as it felt like something was forcefully growing through his hair. The pain went away, however, as his entire body filled with an indescribably fire of pleasure. It was as if his entire body was a sensitive area and Blaise was triggering every inch. With a scream, Harry came both his tits and cock cumming at such a volume it surprised both boys. Blaise immediately began cleaning up Harry's body, licking and swallowing all of his milk like a teen possessed before standing over Harry, giving his cock a couple of tugs before cumming over the boy.

Blaise licked his lips as he stared down at Harry, who was breathless.

"So much… for taking it slow," Harry breathed.

Blaise chuckled and he reached for his wand, cleaning both of them with a flick. "I just… I just wanted to see if I can do it, get over that hurdle."

"Well you did a great job," Harry smiled. "I've never felt that aroused before."

"Me neither," Blaise said. "And your milk… I drank it like I was starving or something. It tasted delicious, I couldn't get enough." He licked his lips, a dark look overcoming his eyes. He fell next to Harry and pinched his swollen nipple. "Such a nice tit Harry…"

"Wh-what color are my eyes?" Harry blushed.

"Red."

"Okay," Harry nodded.

"Do you think that was enough to free the Incubus a bit?" Blaise asked.

"I doubt it," Harry said. "I need to turn you completely into a demon before I can use your power. And who knows how long that will take."

"Well… I feel strange, so maybe I'm changing already," Blaise gave Harry a wide smile as the boy giggled.

"I think that's just your stomach saying it's full," he said. "I don't see any difference with you."

"Well I do with you," Blaise smiled. He reached to the top of Harry's head and his fingers gazed across the small black horns that hid among Harry's hair. "Your horns are beautiful cub," he breathed.

"Thank you…" Harry blushed.

"I wonder how I will look with horns," Blaised mused. "Will they be as sexy as yours… or maybe bigger…"

"I don't know… I'm not exactly sure how all of this will work really," Harry said. "Like, what will happen once I'm fully free… or even when one of the chains break… will Dumbledore notice? Will Voldemort?" Blaise jumped at the Dark Lord's name and his finger quickly withdrew before he could cut himself on Harry's horns. Harry ignored it. "I just don't know," he frowned.

He could feel the pressure in his head again as the horns started to recede. "Anyway… Blaise… I just want to make something explicitly clear."

"Which is?"

"Will you help me gather everyone I need?" Harry asked. "Will you help me convert those I need into demons in order to break Dumbledore's hold?"

Blaise thought for a moment. He turned so he was facing Harry and held onto both shoulders. "Harry Potter," he said in a serious tone, "Incubus, use me. Turn me into your perfect demon, love me like a boyfriend, and I promise you I will help gather more boys to corrupt and join us until you are free from Dumbledore's disgusting chains that rob you of your power."

Harry smiled softly. "Thank you Blaise… this means a lot."

"Of course cub," Blaise said. He leaned forward and rested his forehead on Harry's. "Do you have people in mind already?"

"I do," Harry nodded. "Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott… however, we'll only go after them once you become a demon. Okay?"

"Yes my cub," Blaise whispered. "Now kiss your boyfriend goodnight."

Harry giggled and the two kissed, their cocks reawakening but they ignored them. When the two separated, Harry was the first to dress. Blaise watched, his eyes staying on Harry's fat ass as he struggled briefly with his underwear and pants. Blaise helped him with the tie, then afterwards Harry helped Blaise get dressed, peppering kisses on his flesh here and there as he slid the pants leg or shirt sleeve up the respected body part. Fully dress, the two held hands as they walked out of the Room of Requirement, the door disappearing behind them. Blaise escorted Harry to the Grand Staircase and they shared one more silent kiss before going their separate ways.

Later that night, Harry woke up once again to find himself in the cell of the Incubus. The naked demon was smiling at Harry. "Well done pet, well done," he purred. "We are well on our way. Look…" he giggled the chain that connected to the iron casing around his arms that kept them behind his back. The chains looked older than the others, a little rusted and weathered, as if sitting in a heavy rain as opposed to the shining silver of the other chains.

"It's already working?" Harry gasped.

"Of course, pet," the Incubus said. "The further Blaise becomes a demon, the more brittle these chains will become, until finally we can use the boy's demonic powers to break the chain for good. For as you can see…" he pulled and thrashed his arms wildly, but the chain stayed put, "it is still as strong, though it shows signs of weakening."

"How long do you think until Blaise is ready?" Harry asked.

"That is entirely up to you and Blaise," The Incubus said. "The more you submit to him, and the more he drinks our milk the quicker he will become a demon. This is a good first step, however we must caution ourselves to not go into an all out sprint, or continue at a crawl. We have to find the correct speed that will give us what we need without arousing suspicion from Dumbledore. If I were to give a guess… if we keep at a good speed I would say that our first chain will be broken in a month."

"A month…" Harry breathed, nodding slowly.

"Yes pet, keep this rate going and by a month's time Blaise's cock will be shoved in our hole, and his transformation will be complete," the Incubus nodded.

"How will I know how to use his power?" Harry asked.

"Do not worry, I will take over when the time comes," the Incubus said, laughing at his own joke. "Now… as much as I would love to spend more time with you love, you need your sleep. And I am expecting a guest, that is if he decides to come in instead of staring at us from afar." The Incubus chuckled darkly. He nodded his head towards behind Harry and Harry whipped around, suddenly fearful, as he quickly caught a pair of red eyes that disappeared into the shadows.

"Wh-what was that?" He asked but the only answer he obtained was the Incubus's laughter as he suddenly fell into darkness again.

"Do not worry about him my pet… it means no harm," was the Incubus's words before Harry fell into a dreamless sleep.

A/N: Leave a review and tell me what you guys are thinking! Your words gives me the motivation to work even faster! But… I wonder what the Incubus was talking about, and how will Blaise change from drinking Harry's milk?