Summery: Draco Malfoy finds out that he is an incubus at the same time Harry Potter finally gets up the nerve to reveal that he likes him as more than a friend. How can Harry find out what's going on and convince Draco that his feelings for him are real—not the result of the incubus' allure—in time to save Draco from himself? Mostly humor and fluff, but a little angsty here and there.

Disclaimer: They are all Rowlings. If they were mine, they would obviously be a couple and shag all the time.

Incubus Anxieties

Chapter One: An Unexpected Birthday Present

It was the last day of Christmas break and Draco Malfoy was currently suffering through his birthday dinner. His only comfort was in the fact that the last year or two his father had decided his birthdays were to be family occasions, which meant he didn't have to worry about being the perfect little host all night. He just had to focus on pretending to be the perfect little Lucius-clone, and he excelled at that.

Draco never felt relaxed whenever he was at home, but dinner seemed especially tense. Narcissa's worried eyes kept darting from her husband to her son, and Lucius seemed to be watching Draco even more than usual.

"Here you go, son," his father announced gruffly as they finished desert, handing Draco an unmarked white envelope.

"Thank you," Draco said, opening it out of politeness, He already knew what it contained: money. Of course.

"Happy birthday," his mother told him sincerely. Then she glanced nervously at Lucius. "Though, you know, your birthday doesn't actually start until 10:58 tonight. That was the exact time that you were born. Do you want to stay up until then so we can truly wish you a happy birthday?"

"If you wouldn't mind," he replied, answering his mother's question by turning deferentially to his father, "I am feeling rather tired. Would it be all right if I turned in for the night?"

"Of course," Lucius said graciously. "It is your birthday, after all."

After thanking his parents again Draco retreated upstairs to his room, allowing a small sigh of relief to pass his lips as soon as he was safely out of sight.

Still, he couldn't shake the feeling of his father's eyes on him, even through the thick wood of the door.

He had only been asleep for a few minutes when he woke to an excruciating pain ripping through his body. The glowing numbers of his beside clock seemed to pierce through his skull and the time that was displayed spurred a memory, even through his misery. It was 10:58. He heard his mother's voice echoing in his head, "Your birthday doesn't really start until 10:58 tonight."What was happening to him?

There was a quiet knock on the door. Draco tried to call out, but his voice didn't work. It didn't matter, though, because the door swung open anyway. His father and mother stood there, and the grin on Lucius' face as he took in the sight of his son writhing in pain was almost maniacal.

"What...is... happening to...me?" Draco finally managed to choke out.

"You're coming into your powers!" his father said gleefully, nearly dancing in place. "You had me worried there, boy. I was afraid that perhaps the gene had skipped you."

"What are... you talking... about?"

"You're an incubus, boy. Just like your father," he announced proudly. "Just think of all you can do for our Master now! Your friends' parents have told me that you are already considered quite the stud at Hogwarts. With your added seductiveness, you could recruit half the school to our side!"

No way in hell, Draco thought as he bit back a groan. He refused to show his pain to his father, though he bet Lucius had cried like a baby if when it had happened to him.

The pain stopped and Draco closed his eyes, breathing deeply in relief. After a moment, he crawled shakily out of bed and stumbled over to the full-length mirror on the wall.

Draco's blond hair seemed thicker somehow, more like his father's than like his own spider-web fine. It seemed almost lighter, too, more white than blond—also like his father's. Damn.

Draco had gone to bed wearing only his pajama bottoms, so he could clearly see the difference in his upper body. His arms and stomach rippled with lean muscles. Draco had had some muscles from Quidditch training, but otherwise he had never lifted a finger if the house elves could do it for him. He definitely hadn't been that well-muscled a few hours ago. He assumed his legs were more muscular as well.

His skin was absolutely flawless now. Believe it or not, Draco Malfoy had had a mole here and a freckle there. There was nothing now. His skin resembled pure, perfect, unblemished alabaster. Even his eyes had changed, turning from a blue-gray to molten silver.

Also, while he probably would never admit it out loud, he was pretty sure the bulge in the front of his pants was a bit bigger now, too. He would be damned if he would check with his father watching, though.

It was then that it hit him—a crashing wave of lust that drove him to his knees with a guttural cry.

Draco dug his fingers into the thick carpet, trying to cling to some of his sanity. If he didn't, he would most likely jump the person closest to him. Which happened to be his father. HELL, no. That thought alone was enough to push the lust back and bring nausea to the forefront.

Then Lucius stepped aside and pushed someone in front of him. Draco tried to see who it was through eyes that didn't seem to focus quite right. Suddenly, he realized he recognized her—it was Pansy Parkinson. Oh, Merlin, save me

Lucius swung the door shut slowly with a sick leer. "You kids have fun, now," he said slyly as it closed.

In the reflection in the mirror, Draco saw Pansy cautiously sit on the foot of the bed. "Draco," she whispered, reaching a hand down towards him were he still sat, cringing, on the floor.

"Don't touch me," he said harshly, flinching away. "I have very little control at the moment."

She drew back. "Well, we wouldn't want you to lose that, certainly. Then your father would have to pay my therapist's bills."

"He needs some mental help of his own," he grated out, though softly, just in case is voyeuristic pervert of a father was still outside the door listening. Draco would bet anything that he was. "Do you mind if I..." he said, jerking his head towards his private bathroom.

"Not at all," Pansy said, waving her arms in a go ahead gesture. "By all means, take care of business."

Draco managed to half walk, half crawl to the bathroom, and swing the door shut.

After a few minutes Draco rejoined Pansy in the bedroom, still shaking and sweating, but his mind had cleared a bit, thank Merlin.

"And just who were you thinking of?" she asked innocently as he sat down. "Maybe a mysterious lover with bright green eyes?" His only reply was to make a face at her.

"I'm sorry my father dragged you into this," he whispered.

"I'm not," she said simply. "If he had chosen anyone else, this situation could have been a lot messier. She wouldn't have understood why you rejected her and she might have told your father, and then it would just be a bad situation all around."

"True," he agreed with a smile.

"You know..." she began hesitantly. He raised an eyebrow at her and she continued. "It might be a good idea if you stayed away from him for awhile. At least until you have things more under control."

Draco didn't have to ask whom she meant by "him." He nodded.

They sat in silence for a moment before Pansy sent an apprehensive look to a particularly thick shadow beneath the door. "We should probably make some convincing noises or something."

"Please tell me you're kidding."

"We wouldn't want him to get suspicious," she pointed out. Draco heaved a tragic sigh before nodding. "Ohh, Draco," she said more loudly than before. "I never knew you were so big!"

Draco covered his face with a pillow. God, if you have any mercy at all, strike me down now, he thought before Pansy's elbow jabbed him hard in the ribs. Well, we might as well do this thing right.

"Don't worry, I can be even bigger," he said in a low sultry voice, causing Pansy to have to clap a hand over her mouth to restrain her giggles before she could continue.

"That feels amazing! You have the fingers of a god."

"No, I have even better... I have the fingers of an incubus."

"Mmm, right there."

"Here?"

"Oh, yes!"

Draco's entire face felt like it was on fire. Pansy was a very good actress. He supposed that was a good thing, but he desperately wished that her noises were a little less realistic.

"I didn't know you could blush that shade of red," she whispered. "In fact, I didn't know you could blush at all."

"Shut up," he hissed, before saying, "Ohh, Pansy, harder!" Two could play this game.

She seemed unfazed. "Draco, oh Merlin, Draco! I'm almost there!" She started making loud gasping and moaning noises. Draco, with another plea to a heavenly entity that didn't seem to be listening, joined in. Suddenly, Pansy let out a shriek that made Draco jump a foot. To his intense relief it must have satisfied his father, because the shadow disappeared and quiet footsteps were heard walking down the hall to Draco's parents' room.

As soon as he was gone Pansy cracked up, burying her face in one of Draco's pillows to muffle the sound. Once recovered she grinned at him and said, "You should've seen your face through all that. I bet you could have fried an egg on it!"

Draco grimaced at her. "Where the hell did you learn to imitate sex like that if you're a virgin?"

"Who said I was a virgin?" she asked coyly, flipping her hair back.

Draco stared at her in shock. "No. You would've told me."

"You're right, of course." She grinned at him. "No, I learned it from my parents. They're very noisy."

"Ewwwwww! Too much information, Pansy, too much!"

"Well, you asked. So what are you going to do?"

"About what?"

"About this whole incubus thing!" she said, flinging her arms in the air in exasperation.

"Ugh." Draco buried his face in his hands. "What I did earlier, when I... you know...that helped, but not very much. It's still there, just waiting to break loose again. I know absolutely nothing about this. It would've been nice if one of my parents could've given me a little warning, then I could have already read up on the subject. As it is, I'll probably have to wait until we're back at school tomorrow and use the library there."

"What will you do 'til then? What happens if you run into Potter on the train?"

"Then I'll run like hell."

Author's note: For those of you who read this series when I first posted it, you'll find that it's a bit different now. With the posting of the sequel, Incubus Drabbles, I decided to go through and edit this a bit. The only major changes are that I got rid of the main characters' tattoos and piercings because I didn't feel like it fit with their personalities as well as I first thought and it is one chapter longer. For those of you who are reading it for the first time, I hope you enjoy!

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