Cat and Mouse

Author: : TheSiner
Title : : Cat and Mouse
Genre: : Romance/Humor
Pairing: : Harry/Lucius (main)
Other pairings: Ain’t telling you!
Summary: : Lucius catches Harry, but something happens and it’s not so obvious who the cat is and who the mouse is anymore. Why Harry suddenly likes Lucius so much?
Rating: : It is bad enough, but could be worse.
Disclaimer: : These characters are not my own and belong to J.K. Rowling and affiliates.
Warnings: : slash, mpreg, non-con sex (I guess - cos Harry is 16), no explicit sex, swearing, OOC, A/U (forget of HBP and OOTP), noncanon, bad grammar, soap-opera elements.
A/N: Setting – after Harry’s fifth year.
Complete: Yes

Second Part


“Hey, Harry mate, are you Ok?” Ron tapped on the bathroom door.

“Yeah, Ron, I am fine. I guess I ate something bad,” Harry answered washing his face. He had got sick.

“I wouldn’t be surprised after all kind of weird foods you are consuming,” Ron noted.

“I am not,” the other Gryffindor shouted back stubbornly.

“You put cheese on your ice cream!”

“Only once!”

“And fried onions!”

“A lot of people like onions,” the boy argued.

“That time you ate only onions! And a pile of them!”

“Fine. I am a weirdo,” Harry snapped looking injured. He was on the verge of tears, Hermione was right! Ron was a prat.

“I am sorry mate! That’s fine you can eat whatever you want! Come on, stop! I didn’t mean it.”

Ron was loosing his mind. Harry was acting very weird recently. With all those mood swings… Red haired Gryffindor started feeling like he was dealing with two girls these days. And he was one against two. Harry was no help anymore when Hermione was starting to go on about him being insensitive or being such a guy. His best friend was either taking the girl’s side or daydreaming and dozing off.

Ron hoped that it was just a phase. Maybe something was bothering Harry? He had to talk to Hermione about that. She usually was the smart and sensitive one and noticed those things.

***

Double Potions again. Harry groaned inwardly. He was paired with Malfoy. One could hope that after his mother’s death the Slytherin prince (or rather ponce) will become somehow…not nicer, but at least more tolerant of other people’s feelings or something.

In vain. Draco returned to school seemingly unaffected. Maybe even smugger and more confident about his cold demeanor. Harry had his doubts. He contemplated if this imperturbability and ice face wasn’t just an act. Something what Malfoy’s probably do to hide their real feelings. He had to feel something after all! Malfoy’s mother was dead, for God’s sake!

However act or no, the dark-haired Gryffindor was suffering anyway. Malfoy was taunting him and Harry couldn’t even answer because Snape will definitely take points or give him a detention.

Harry was doomed.

“Hey, Potter, are those horrid spectacles of yours good at all? Don’t you see, instructions say to slice those snapdragon roots in even parts. Or concept of ‘even’ is too complicated for your Griffindork brain?”

I am calm.I am not getting angry. He’s just trying to piss me off. I don’t care what he is saying; he is just trying to piss me off. Malfoy is trying to get me in trouble and Snape is just waiting for his chance to punish me…

“I can’t understand why half of Hogwarts is drooling at your sight? Is it a pity? Must be that. I can’t decide what is uglier – those hideous glasses or your clothes. Did you borrow them from that oaf Hagrid? What size are those pants?”

Bla, bla, bla…will he ever shut up! Or I will have to throttle that little snobbish shit! That will attract his father’s attention to me for sure!

“Why aren’t you dating anyone, ah? Are we mortals too good for The-Boy-Who-Should-Do-World-A-Great-Favor-And-Drop-Dead? Or maybe those rumors about Golden Gryffindor threesome are true?”

If he says another word I will slice himself in even parts!

“Oh look Potter, you dropped your robin feather.”

You bastard! You blew my robin feather off the table, thought Harry furiously, bending down to pick it up. He still saw Malfoy dropping something in his cauldron.

“What did you just put in my cauldron, Malfoy!” Gryffindor shouted all over the classroom.

“Who? Me? Nothing of course,” the prat was feigning innocence and smirking proudly.

“Nothing my ass!” That moment some purple vapor started rising from Harry’s cauldron.

That smell…it’s terrible…I am going to get sick.

“Malfoy, you jerk! Are you trying to kill me? What is it! What did you do?” Harry tried to block out the awful smell covering nose with his sleeve.

“Mr. Potter, why are you raising racket in my classroom?”

Will I be expelled if I hex Snape and then Malfoy? That smell… I am getting kind of giddy…

“Mr. Potter, I asked you a question, I am waiting, speak up, please,” the Potions master was looming over the Gryffindor who was feeling more queasy by every passing minute.

Mr. Potter didn’t have time to answer the question before he hit the floor.

“Harry!” Cried out Hermione.

***

When Harry opened eyes the first thing he saw was Madame Pomfrey’s worried face.

“How are you feeling Mr. Potter?”

Like I’ve been hit by a bludger.

“Fine,” just queasy. But only a little bit. What the hell happened? I was in Potions…

Harry took a look around and saw Albus Dumbledore sitting on the chair at his bed with soothing smile on his lips and twinkle in his eyes and professor Snape scowling beside the headmaster. Harry was getting impatient when nobody said anything.

“Wha-at happened? Why am I here?” Again. Why those things always happen with me?

That earned him a sneer from Snape.

“Isn’t that obvious, Potter? You succeeded to get yourself in trouble once again. However this time you exceed even my expectations. Congratulations!”

“Severus, stop upsetting my patient!” Scolded Madam Pomfrey. “You are going to be fine Mr. Potter. But there are some questions I have to ask you to find out what exactly happened,” the woman forced a smile on her lips. Harry could tell that he was not going to like it.
“Tell me Mr. Potter,” the mediwitch continued. “Have you engaged in intimate relationship with someone during the last three months?”

Oh, shit, how do they know!

“Stop blushing Potter! Too late to show modesty! Speak!” Snape was obviously trying to penetrate boy’s scull with his intense stare.

Harry was getting cold and warm and nauseous at the same time.

“Yes,” the boy uttered in a weak voice casting down his emerald eyes. He was so ashamed!

“Don’t worry Harry, you did nothing wrong, but we need to know everything what happened.”

“What do you mean nothing wrong, Albus? I don’t think getting himself pregnant at the age of sixteen is nothing wrong!” Snape was fuming.

What? Did he say pregnant!?

“What…what do you mean?”

“Pregnant, Potter! That’s what I mean. A bun in the oven!”

“I am what! That’s bullshit! I am a boy! I can’t be that,” Snape was a nutcase. Harry had known that all along.

“Severus! Calm down Mr. Potter. Yes, it is true, you are with a child. I assume that was not planned?” Madame Pomfrey continued.

Is she out of her mind!

“Of course not! I…I…How? Why?”

“Apparently you are not entirely human, Mr. Potter. Don’t worry, it is nothing bad. You are not the only one like that; actually a lot of wizards have non-human genes. Those wizards can carry children even if they are males. It’s only unfortunate that we found it out like this, if anyone had any suspicions it would have saved a lot of trouble. But considering that your mother was a muggleborn and father from well known pure blood line, no one did any of those tests. I am running them right now,” Pomfrey had gone in professional mode. Harry was not sure if that was better than Snape’s boiling anger.

Frantic thoughts were running through Harry Potter’s mind.

Pregnant. Not human. Crazy. Can’t be. Dream. Wake up! No! Lucius! Child! With a child…Lucius’s child! Voldemort! Child inside me…

His musing was interrupted by the headmaster.

“While Poppy is running tests why don’t you tell us everything?”

Oh, no… Well I guess I need to tell. Or at least try to explain what I can. Who will help me otherwise, but I just don’t want to see their disappointment.

Harry took a deep breath and…

“I was feeling not well, weird. Like I couldn’t stand being in my body…something like that. It was so hot and…I don’t know I just ran out down the street and then I was captured by…a Death Eater.”

Harry heard Poppys’ gasp.

She must be thinking the worst.

“No. Nobody forced me, I,” boy was blushing crimson. “I guess he cast some kind of sleeping spell on me. But that was it. When I woke up I was in the room, on the bed and…it just felt so right and… it happened. It was my fault. I am sorry! I don’t know why I did it! I can’t explain…I have no idea what came over me! I couldn’t help myself, it was…but it was right. I mean I was the one who initiated the whole thing. It was my fault…”

“You will have to give us a better explanation Potter, because I can’t even imagine how consorting with a Death Eater could seem right.” Of course that was Snape. As ever oh so sensitive.

“Stop antagonizing the poor child Severus. I got the test results. Well Harry I guess there is an answer. You have nothing to be ashamed of. What you did was completely natural for you as you was in heat. You see Mr. Potter, it looks like you have had a feline enchantress in your bloodline. Should be from your mother’s side. She had some typological traits…”

“Extraordinary green eyes, feline grace, overpowering charisma,” finished Snape looking unnerved.

“Exactly, Severus, as well as maybe other traits which were not so obvious.”

Feline what? That’s sweet, thought Harry, but…

“But what is this feline enchantress? And what does it have to do with…this everything. What is wrong with me?”

“Don’t worry, my boy. Nothing is wrong with you. Well,” Dumbledore stepped in. “Enchantresses were magically made thousands of years ago, when slavery was legal. Such a shame, but the wizarding world also had it’s dark times…Oh, where was I…ah, right…You see, they looked human and actually mostly acted quite human, but those beings were magically transformed animals. For example, cats. It was dubious practice and later when slavery was abolished creating enchantresses became illegal as unethical. Descendants of enchantresses are very rare; actually there are only some known cases. And they are mostly feline and rabbit enchantresses, which can be probably explained by some specific traits. They managed to interbreed with wizards.”

Harry shot his professors and Madame Pomfrey confused look.

“Extremely fertile Potter, highly inclined to propagate,” stated Snape rolling his eyes.

“Thank you, for an explanation, Severus,” Poppy Pomfrey’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Harry still had a ton of questions.

“But, why, professor? Why someone would turn animals into people? That’s…crazy!”

“Well, wizards always have been tempted by unusual…magic. And animalistic enchantresses had their advantages. As for the purpose – they were meant to be…enchanting.”

Enchanting? Trust headmaster to give as vague explanation as possible.

Harry didn’t believe himself when he shot Snape beseeching look. He needed someone who dares to put things bluntly. He was desperate to understand.

“What Albus means Potter is that some wizard figured out, how to turn an animal into a human-like being. Extraordinarily attractive being. Physically, I mean. For what purposes? For sex. Pleasure. Toy. As pleasure toy. They were easier to control than regular slaves, more sensual and driven by basic instincts, has certain natural talents, more eager to engage in certain activities…”

Oh, Merlin, that was too blunt…

“That’s enough Severus, I am sure Mr. Potter got the idea…” Harry could see slight blush on madam Pomfrey’s face.

“I don’t think Potter is a child anymore and he doesn’t need pampering,” Snape sneered.

I must be going crazy, Snape sounds reasonable to me.

“It is Ok, Madame Pomfrey, I prefer to know things. I need to understand why everything happened like this.”

“Of course Mr. Potter. I can try to explain you things. They are more assumptions, because we don’t know anything for sure, but well… I assume Mr. Potter that your actions where driven by heat, you see I assume that your body reached full development at the time you were abducted and it was ready to conceive, so you went in the heat and turned your attention to the first acceptable partner. You don’t have to feel any guilt or shame for your actions; you were not able to control what was happening, you were following your… well…cat instincts,” the mediwitch apparently realized how strange it sounded.

Am I some kind of animal now or what…

“Was may mother also that way? And I am still a guy! How could I get pregnant?”

“I don’t know about your mother Mr. Potter and these things can be hard to figure out. This is about magic after all. Maybe she was a feline enchantress and hid it, maybe not, maybe the genes didn’t manifest themselves in your mother, but there were still present, buried deep in your mother’s blood and something in your father’s blood triggered it. I am afraid there is no certain answer why feline enchantress’s influence is so strong in you. As for your ability to bear children – where did you last saw a muggle doctor?”

“Don’t remember,” Harry never got too ill, even under Dursleys’ ‘care’.

“Probably at your birth. I assume that your hermaphrodite organs were not developed by that time or they were missed by the muggle doctor. Of course it is impossible to see them from outside right now anyway…”

“Oh, Ok,” hermaphrodite? Could it get any weirder?

“Let me have a good look at you.” Madame Pomfrey started traditional poking. “You should have noticed some changes in your appearance. Softer hair and skin, less body hair, more delicate, feminine features. I assume it has to do with your hermaphroditic nature, reaching majority or pregnancy I am not sure. You are very beautiful, mister Potter,” Pomfrey winked.

Is there some kind of conspiracy – sometimes I feel like everyone in wizarding word is trying to make me feel embarrassed. Wait a minute I am a pregnant boy! What can be more embarrassing? But it could be worse. What would happen if I had that ‘heat thing’ being around Snape? At least now the baby will be pretty…

“And who was it?” Harry’s musings were interrupted by frosty voice which belonged to no one other than the resident Potions master.

“Who was what?”

“The father. The other father,” Snape was not graced with the virtue of patience. Well, no one was perfect…

“I can’t tell you that!” Harry shouted

Harry could see that his last favorite professor started to seethe. The Headmaster held up a hand, cutting the younger man off.

“And why, Harry? Please explain.”

“I made a promise. You see the next morning he asked me strange questions and then made me to promise that no one will find out what happened and then he let me go. I promised not to tell.”

“What questions did he ask?”

I will not blush, no, no, no.

“Was it my first time. Before we ehe… I mean…He didn’t believe me. Called me a liar, which was not true. I was telling the truth.”

“Hm, I guess we have an answer to question why you were released. See Harry Voldemort issued an order not to touch you intimately if you were caught. Your capturer would be in a lot of trouble if he turned you in.”

And I thought he did it because of me…because he felt something…or…I guess I am being stupid, it was just an order.

“Don’t be obtuse, Potter, you don’t have to keep promise you gave to a Death Eater,” Snape narrowed his eyes.

“But he is father of my child!” Harry exclaimed and immediately put his hand on his mouth to prevent himself from saying anything else.

Why did I say that?

“You really shouldn’t make Mister Potter to break his promise. He is with a child and feels loyalty to its father. It could cause a great distress,” Poppy defended her patient.

“But we can ask you to tell about him, right?” Dumbledore asked his eyes twinkling.

“He is handsome, pureblood, very rich, has a nice house,” that was not much but Harry hoped that they got the picture.

“Has he been convicted as a Death Eater?” Albus inquired.

“Well, everyone kind of knows that he is a Death Eater. But nothing has been proved. I think that a lot of people think that he is honorable and…well I guess he is quite influential,” Harry hoped that they didn’t have the whole picture and still couldn’t figure everything out. He was glad that he had a perfect excuse – his promise. Harry didn’t want to tell the truth. He couldn’t! No way!

“That is bad,” commented Snape. “That means we will have to inform him.”

“What!” Oh, no, no, no! That can not be true! ”Why?”

Snape frowned. If Harry didn’t know better he would think that man was worried.

“This is the wizarding world, Potter. All magical children are very valuable, especially for old pure blood families. If you won’t inform other parent that you are having a child and he finds out only later he will be able sue you and take your child in custody,” Harry wrapped his arms protectively around the still flat belly. “Even his relatives can do that if father is dead if you don’t inform them. If the person in question was convicted as a Death Eater you would have all rights not to inform him to ensure your child’s safety. But he I assume he is not convicted, so technically he is not a Death Eater.”

“No,” Harry closed his eyes and sighed. “And my friends and Sirius? Can I tell them?” I hope they won’t hate me…

“Eventually it will come out, but I have to ask you to wait, Harry. We’ll see what happens. It’s getting late and we all need some rest. Goodnight, Harry. You will be excused from the lessons tomorrow. Your only task will be to write a letter to inform other father about current development. And don’t worry. It will be all right.”

Snape snorted, he didn’t share Dumbledore’s optimism.

Letter?! Inform other father!? Couldn’t that wait? A day? Or two? Or maybe a week? Or a millennium?

Fortunately Harry was too exhausted to keep worrying and fell asleep almost instantly.

***


Dear,

Lucius? Mr. Malfoy? Sexy Beast?

That was harder than he had thought. What was the best way to inform someone that he was going to be a father if that someone would probably get a heart attack? Inform a Deth Eater that he had fathered a child and the ‘mother’ will be no one else, but The-Boy-Who-Lived. Harry would have laughed about this whole situation if this was about someone else. But this was his life and he felt more like crying.

He wasn’t even human! Malfoy probably will propose to drawn the child after birth. Like a kitten. Not a pureblood, not even a human. Harry’s eyes filled with tears. Thought that his baby will be unwanted by its father was so sad. He felt so miserable and lonely. Why did those things always happened to him?

And I can’t even ask Hermione help with that fucking letter!

At last he managed to compose something…maybe not acceptable, but at least not tear stained.

Dear Mr. M.

I am writing to remind you about our encounter during the summer. To leave no doubt about what encounter I mean – night from 30 July to 31 July.
Well, there are some unexpected consequences. Better sit down if you are standing and maybe have a drink.

You see usually when a guy sleeps with other guy there is nothing to be worried about (except AIDS and other bad diseases of course). This is not the case. It was discovered that I am not entirely human and I am pregnant and it’s yours.

Don’t worry. I kept my promise and didn’t tell anyone. And I am not asking anything from you. But it is true. I am going to have a baby.

Sincerely yours

You-Know-Who


Harry was proud of himself. The letter was kind of businesslike and to the point.

He had been told that Ron and Hermione would be allowed to visit him in the afternoon after their classes and then he will b released from Poppy’s surveillance. He was fussing around him all morning, making different tests, casting spells. So the dark haired Gryffindor was surprised when it was professor Snape, not his friends, who barged in the hospital wing.

Hogwarts resident bat-man strode towards Harry’s bed and put a box on the table besides it.

“There, Potter. These are Potions to supply you with extra nutrition during pregnancy. You will take them every morning before breakfast. And there is also an anti nausea potion.”

“Err…thank you professor,” that was actually nice from Snape.

“I am following headmaster’s orders. Besides considering paternity of your child I could be ask to be a godfather,” the Potions master scowled.

Now, tat was too much, Harry gave Snape as cold glare as possible. The man frowned.

“Sulking, Potter?”

“No!”

“Clearly sulking. Now speak up while I haven’t lost all my patience.”

Harry didn’t feel like confessing to Snape. But then – who else? Headmaster was nice, but he rarely made any sense. Madame Pomfrey was too uptight and professional. And no one else new about this ‘situation’ yet.

“I wrote the letter. I am going to owl it this afternoon,” confused boy confessed.

“And?”

“He will hate me and my child! I know that I shouldn’t be worried, because he is a Death Eater and everything, but that makes me feel sad.”

“Why do you think he will hate you or the child?” Snape was showing signs of obvious impatience. Sweet, this really is the right way to act when you are trying to make people open up about their feelings.

“That’s obvious! I am a boy and half blood and not even human and Harry Potter!”

“Nonsense, Potter. You are again displaying your lack of basic knowledge about wizarding world and poor reasoning. First, your gender is not an issue in wizarding World, especially considering that you can bear children.
Second, your blood as line is still one of the prominent in wizarding world and your nonhuman traits is proof that your magic is very powerful and probably that triggered your enchantress genes. You can be considered as a very good match. And your child will probably be very powerful.”

“And about being Harry Potter. Allow me ask you a question and believe me it will be only to clear some things out about your inheritance for I have no interest in your personal life. How was it?” Snape paused to let Harry answer the question. But the Gryffindor dunderhead obviously didn’t get it.

“You are really dense Mr. Potter, or a true Gryffindor. I am asking how sex was.”

Oh, Merlin,, having this talk with Snape. I hope he is not just making fun of me…

“It was ehe… good. Very good. I wouldn’t have thought that I could do all the things I did, it was…”

“Enough, Potter, I get the picture. I hope you paid more attention than in my potion lessons and listened when we were talking about purpose for which enchantresses were created? That means those wizards who created them made sure that they really served for those purposes. How to say it decently…
Oh, damn it, I am too tired for decency. See Potter, it depends on exactly what traits you inherited from your ancestors. However it appears that you inherited most of them. So, hypothetically, your encounter was extremely pleasant not only for you, but also for your partner. That was one of problems with enchantresses – they served too well for their purpose. Perfect partners, they left regular humans far behind. So, probably father of your child will want you regardless who you are. Believe me that don’t matter in bedroom. Did I answer your question?”

Oh, Merlin! Snape just admitted that I am hypothetically good in the bed like some kind of sex toy and Lucius Malfoy would probably fancy another go!

¬
“Of course, everything depends on how dedicated as a Death Eater your…partner is. Don’t look at me like that. Believe me or no, but not all of the Death Eaters are as loyal to the Dark Lord as they appear. Is that all?”

“Yes…thank you.” Harry barely breathed out.

“And don’t forget to take your Potions.” Snape warned and left the hospital room black robe billowing.

***

“Harry!”

“Don’t ever do it again! You really scared us!”

“What happened? Madame Pomfrey isn’t telling us anything! Honestly! We are not children anymore!”

Harry smiled at his best friends. It was nice to see that someone cared. He really didn’t want to lie to them.

“It was…er…an allergic reaction. To that potion…no, I mean the ingredient, that thing Malfoy threw in my cauldron…”

“Harry James Potter,” Hermione gave him a stern glare. “I know you good enough to see that you are not being honest. And I don’t think it’s just about yesterday. You have been weird since we are back at school and it s getting worse. Spill out!”

Why! Why? Why? Why did he have so good friends! Sometimes too good and too smart.

“I am just…I don’t want to freak you out or…please don’t hate me!”

“Harry, calm down. It’s can’t be that bad. You are our friend.”

“We know that you can’t go without getting in some trouble for long. I promise to be understanding.” Ron assured and Hermione shoot him ‘you better mean it’ look.

“Well, I guess I won’t be able to hide it for long anyway,” Harry sighed. He wasn’t used to the idea himself yet. Telling his friends meant that it became more…real.

Here goes nothing.

“But you can’t tell anyone!” The other two Gryffindor nodded. Come on! This was hardly the first time! Keeping secrets was their specialty.

“See, it turns out I am not entirely human…” Harry sighed and continued with his whole story his complexion shifting from white to pink.

He finished and closed his eyes afraid to look at hiss friends fearing their reaction.

“Oh, Harry!” lithe Gryffindor was pulled in tight hug.

“I am so sorry!” Hermione exclaimed.

“We will all help you, mate. It’s not very good to be knocked up while still in school, hey, but I could be a Godfather and mum will be delighted, it will take some pressure off us. She can’t stop talking about grandchildren.”

“Ron!”

“What!? Was I insensitive again? I didn’t mean it! Mum says that there is nothing more dangerous than pregnant and pissed off witch…or wizard. Sorry Harry!”

Hemione just glared at the boy and continued consoling Harry: “Don’t even dare to blame yourself. It is not your fault. I have red about magical beings and their mating habits. You couldn’t help yourself! Oh, God, but what will happen now…you are really in trouble this time…”

Harry was so relieved. His friends were really great about this. He felt much better now, knowing that he wasn’t alone anymore.

“Thank you. You are the best. Ok, let’s get out of here. I need to send an owl,” maybe everything will turn out fine after all?

“Oh, and I want to look up a couple of books in library.” Hermione had that maniacal glint in her eyes. Both boys groaned.

Harry Potter had the most wonderful friends in the whole world!


TBC

AN: Thank you for all the lovely reviews!
This is part 2. of 7.
I post everything I write, because if I only posted the stories I like, there would be none and people would be dissapointed.

I hope that this chapter had been posted only once, because i was having problems.