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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_Fandom
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Severus_Snape, Dobby, Hermione_Granger, Poppy_Pomfrey
  Additional Tags:
      Bestiality, Slash, pseudo-het, Mpreg, chan_(16), crackfic
  Collections:
      Interspecies
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      Published: 2012-12-20 Words: 2792
****** The Gruagach ******
by Sheogorath
Summary
     Centaurs, acromantulas, and Grawp aren't the only creatures that live
     in the Forbidden Forest.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** The Gruagach. *****
Draco Malfoy strode through the hallways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry, furious and humiliated. One to the Golden Boy, nil to him. As if that
wasn't the worst thing, he wouldn't be going home for the Christmas holidays,
and he knew Potter never did so he'd be stuck with him for the entire holidays.
Malfoy didn't get it, he would only be staying at school this year because his
mother had asked it of him, but why would Potter stay at school every Christmas
and Easter, only going home for the summer holidays? It wasn't like he needed
to stay here, so why did he? Draco was willing to bet he was worshipped at home
as much as he was at school, the bloody 'Boy Who Lived'!
Thinking these highly inaccurate thoughts, the sixteen-year-old boy left the
entrance hall and continued walking to the Black Lake, where he undressed
before swimming to clear his head. He had just used spells to dry and warm
himself, and was gathering up the majority of his clothes while wearing just
his cloak when his attention was grabbed by the noise of something galloping
from the Forbidden Forest behind him. Looking up, Malfoy saw a sleek black
horse, wearing a saddle but no bridle, slowing its pace as it came towards him,
trembling as if with panic or fright, and went over to offer what comfort he
could. Despite the creature's agitated state, it seemed to be healthy enough,
and if it wasn't a creature of the Forbidden Forest and had no owner, he might
be able to claim what looked to be a prime stud.
'Mother should be really pleased with me if that were the case,' Malfoy
thought, 'and this fine stallion was added to our breeding stock.'
"Hey, hey, there, my beauty. How did you get into the forest, huh? Never mind,
let's get you to Hagrid and we'll see if he can't fix you up. What shall I call
you first, though? Hey, I know. What do you think to Dark Cloud?"
The horse whickered softly as if to say that sounded fine, but when Malfoy put
a hand under his muzzle and tried to lead him from the lakeshore, he just stood
where he was, apparently unwilling to move. Then he lay down with his legs
under him and moved his head as if indicating to the teenager that he should
get on his back.
"You want me to ride you to Hagrid's shack? All right, but if you throw me, my
father will have you executed by the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous
Creatures. That's what happened to a great vicious brute of a hippogriff that
tore my arm off in third year."
After issuing his hollow threat, Malfoy climbed onto the horse's back and
gripped his long, flowing mane, and was surprised and gratified when he was
able to make him go in the direction of Hagrid's hut with no further problems.
However, when they got there, Dark Cloud didn't stop, and the boy tried to get
off his back only to find that he was stuck fast.
"You let me down right away or my father will have your skin on the wall of his
study!" Malfoy screamed as he dropped his armful of clothes due to the fear and
panic filling him.
Neither understanding this further threat nor caring anything about it, the
horse gathered speed and carried on into the Forbidden Forest, the saddle he
was wearing exuding some strange liquid or gel directly under the frightened
boy lurching on his back. Unbeknownst to Malfoy, the substance was
simultaneously lubricating and relaxing his anus, and with all the banging of
his bottom on the horse's back, the first he knew of this was when an extension
that had risen from the saddle hit his prostate, sending a jolt of electric
sensation through his body from the semen producing gland to his brain. A few
minutes later, the teenager cried out as his forced orgasm hit him, then Dark
Cloud finally let him down.
"My father will hear of this and have you destroyed," Malfoy spat, standing on
trembling legs. "You can be sure of that, you filthy, pureblood-raping beast!"
In order to get out of the forest before he could be molested further, the boy
decided to transfigure himself into a horse for greater speed, and because his
penis was still so sensitive, he decided to become a mare rather than a
stallion or even a gelding. Of course, that was all Dark Cloud was waiting for.
With a loud whinny of lust and delight, the strange stallion jumped up onto
Malfoy's back before the transfigured boy could even move, gripping his mate's
withers in his teeth and plunging his erect penis into his recently formed
vagina. He thrust into him a few times, grunting as he did so, then unleashed
his large load directly into the teen's cervix, dropping back to the ground and
turning away disinterestedly once he had done so. Feeling sullied, Malfoy took
off at a canter, this being the most rapid gait he could achieve in this
unfamiliar form, and reached Hagrid's hut, where he changed back to his natural
form before putting the remainder of his clothes back on. His cloak had been
lost in the forest when he'd transfigured himself, but he wasn't about to go
back for it. Thankfully, his wand was safely in his dorm because he'd been
practicing his wandless magic as both his mother and godfather had said he
should, so at least that wasn't lost, and cloaks were far easier to replace.
Once he was dressed again, Malfoy ran back to the castle and straight down to
the dungeons where he ran a very hot bath and got into it, scrubbing himself
hard all over, especially his perineum where the equine vagina had been, and he
ran trembling fingers over his belly where he could feel a slight bulge. After
getting out of the bath, the sixteen-year-old dried off and dressed in his
pyjamas, then got into bed where he lay and shivered with the after-effects of
shock, resolving to go to Madame Pomfrey if the swelling in his belly hadn't
gone down by the next morning.
                                   ✱   ✱   ✱
About six weeks after his rape by Dark Cloud, Malfoy was being pestered by
Blaise Zabini.
"Look, Draco," his fellow Slytherin was saying. "I don't know what's going on
with you and I don't really care, but surely it's not right for you to be
throwing up your dinner every day for two solid weeks, and sometimes you vomit
just at the smell of food! You should really go and see Pomfrey because it
might be something really major."
Because the slight bulge in his belly had gone by the time he'd woken up the
day after the stallion from Hell had abducted him, Malfoy had seen no need to
go to Hogwarts' school nurse, Poppy Pomfrey, with it, and he sure as hell
didn't want to go to her with this. However, Zabini was sure to stay on his
case about it if he didn't, and might even involve his Head of House, so he
decided to go along with the other boy just to keep the peace.
"Alright, fine! I'll go straight after breakfast. Will you tell Snape where I'm
going to be?" Malfoy knew Defence Against the Dark Arts was his first lesson,
and that his godfather wouldn't mind his being late to it, especially since it
would be for a medical reason.
"All right. When you go, what shall I tell him you're going for?"
"Tell him the truth, I have a rather upset stomach."
Neither teen said anything more, and as soon as Malfoy had finished his
breakfast, he picked up his bag and swept out of the Great Hall on his way to
the hospital wing. Damn, but he wished he could do that the same way Professor
Snape did!
                                   ✱   ✱   ✱
Professor Severus Snape, potions master, Professor of DADA, Head of Slytherin
House, Draco Malfoy's godfather, and double agent for the Order of the Phoenix,
was only partway through the first lesson of the day when a house-elf suddenly
apparated into the room, the loud crack of the magical creature's arrival
startling all of the sixth year students in the room.
"Excuse me, Professor Snape, sir," the house-elf squeaked. "Dobby has been
asked to fetch you most urgently, sir."
"And what is so urgent that it cannot wait until the end of the lesson, hmm?"
Snape asked sardonically.
"Dobby wasn't told, sir. Dobby was only asked to fetch you to the infirmary,
sir."
Snape recalled that his godson had sent a message by the Zabini boy that he
would be going to the hospital wing, and none of his other Serpents had
mentioned being ill, so it was probably about Draco that Poppy was summoning
him.
"Very well. You may tell Madame Pomfrey that I will be along momentarily."
"Dobby thanks you, Professor Snape, sir," the house-elf replied before
disappearing with another loud crack.
As much as Snape wished to continue with the lesson, he had to leave to see how
his godson was. So, sighing with frustration, the potions master said,
"Practice the spell on page ninety-five, but not on each other." Then he swept
from the classroom with all the presence that his godson wished he had, and
strode along the corridor to the nearest flight of stairs.
                                   ✱   ✱   ✱
"What's wrong with Draco, Poppy?" were Snape's first words as he walked into
the infirmary.
"I will tell you if you'll come into the office," Madame Pomfrey said, then
once the door was closed and she and the professor were seated, she stated, "It
seems that Mr. Malfoy has got himself into rather a predicament, but he won't
say who the other father is. It's possible that he's protecting someone because
he himself is underage, or the wizard who impregnated him is a professor."
"All right, I'll talk to him and see if I can't get any answers," Snape
promised, then he left the room and walked to the bed upon which his godson
sat, crying. "I hear congratulations are in order, Draco. May I enquire as to
exactly how that happened and who the lucky wizard is?"
Malfoy, who was wearing a hospital gown, shook his head. "There isn't a 'lucky
wizard'."
"Well, Madame Pomfrey informs me that you're pregnant, and the only way for
that to happen to a wizard is if he and the impregnating partner are powerful
and very deeply in love. Even witches are less likely than muggle women to
conceive a child during a rape because their magic tries to prevent that
occurrence."
"I think it might be possible it can also happen in a different way."
"Oh? Pray, do tell."
So Malfoy told his godfather all about his encounter with Dark Cloud, sobbing
harder as he told about the violations that the strange stallion had committed
upon him, then he lay on the bed and pulled the covers up over himself before
sinking gratefully into a spelled sleep.
Snape left his godson's side and went to speak to Madame Pomfrey again.
"Is there any way that Draco can have an abortion?"
"Unfortunately not, no. Wizard pregnancies are so rare that there's never been
any inclination to discover a safe method. Why?"
"I believe that's up to him to tell you as and when he wants to, and the news
of it is to travel no further than us three."
"I did take the Healer's Oath, Severus!" the mediwitch snapped, outraged.
"Of course you did, Poppy. Please forgive my forgetfulness. This situation has
me rather stressed."
"Certainly," Madame Pomfrey replied, somewhat mollified, "but young Mr. Malfoy
should inform people of his condition before he starts to show unless he wishes
to severely limit his magic by the use of a constant concealment charm."
"I believe my godson would actually prefer that."
Having said everything he had to say, Snape turned and left the hospital wing,
his robes swirling in the way that created rumours about him as he did so.
                                   ✱   ✱   ✱
Snape returned to the DADA classroom just as the students were packing away
their textbooks and placing their completed homework parchments on his desk,
even Neville Longbottom leaving something that looked halfway decent, much to
the Professor of DADA's surprise. Then, as Hermione Granger was leaving her
homework, Snape stopped her.
"Miss Granger, you will stay behind. I wish to speak to you regarding a certain
matter." As soon as the last of the other students had left the room, Snape
then asked, "Miss Granger, I have various texts on magical creatures, but have
never read anything about a horse that traps people, carrying them on their
backs for some distance before raping and impregnating them. Do you happen to
know of any creature that matches such a description? I am aware that not all
magical creatures are documented in wizarding texts, but the undocumented ones
may sometimes be found in muggle mythology, and you are muggle born."
"No, Professor. I've never heard of such a thing, but I can go to my local
library in the holidays if you want."
"No matter, Miss Granger, you may go. I will see you at your next defence
lesson."
"Goodbye, sir." Saying this, Hermione left the room.
                                   ✱   ✱   ✱
Another month later, Malfoy had to start using a concealment charm as Poppy
Pomfrey had stated, somehow getting through the rest of that term and the first
term of the next school year without major issues. However, he was unable to
follow Voldemort's orders to murder Professor Dumbledore as a result of his
condition, and had to stay home after the 1997-98 Christmas holidays because of
a 'highly infectious virus', as his mother and Snape put it about. However, the
real reason was that Malfoy had become so large that he was unable to move
around much, if at all, and he spent most of his time lying on his side in bed,
reading, until one day in late February when he started getting massive pains
from his grossly distended abdomen.
"Muggsy!" the teenager shouted, his voice strained with agony.
There was a loud crack and a house-elf was asking, "Is there anything Muggsy
can do for Master Draco?"
"Yes, fetch… fetch my mother. It… it's time."
"Muggsy is fetching Mistress Narcissa right away!" the house-elf exclaimed
cheerfully before disappearing with another crack.
The reason for Muggsy's cheerfulness was seeing one of his hated masters in
pain that neither he nor any others of his race that served at Malfoy Manor
could be fairly punished for. Then he realised what he was feeling and why, and
as soon as he had delivered his message and disappeared again with another loud
crack, his voice, squealing, "Bad Muggsy! Bad Muggsy!" could be heard rising
from the kitchen along with the sound of an oven door slamming on his skull.
Of course, the three humans in Draco's room, the boy, his mother, and the
attending mediwizard, couldn't hear any of this as the seventeen-year-old's
pain-filled cries effectively blocked out all but the nearest of loud noises.
However, even if they had heard anything, they wouldn't have cared. It was
better to just let house-elves get on with whatever punishment they had imposed
on themselves while the humans concentrated on the more important things. Like
Malfoy's caesarean section, for example.
                                   ✱   ✱   ✱
"Oh, Merlin!" the mediwizard gasped in shock, gaping at the large incision in
Malfoy's belly.
"What is it, man?" Narcissa snapped impatiently.
"It's no wonder Mr. Malfoy had such a long pregnancy and got so big. He's
carrying twin foals!"
"What do you mean?" the blonde-haired woman asked.
The mediwizard pulled the first baby from his patient's belly and cleaned it up
before showing it to the other two humans and saying, "This one's a filly."
Then after he'd cleaned up the other foal, he showed it off and said, "A fine
colt, Mr. Malfoy."
Once he'd been stitched up, Malfoy asked for his foals to be given to him and
was soon feeding them from the B-cup breasts he had developed during his highly
unusual pregnancy, threatening to hex his mother 'into next week' when she said
they should be taken away because it wasn't fitting for any Malfoy, especially
a male one, to be nursing beasts.
After that, Narcissa Malfoy hadn't dared to say anything about the fact that
the foals had luminescent golden eyes and a tendency to change their shapes to
those of rabbits, amongst other creatures, even after the magical womb was gone
from her son's abdomen and his hormone levels had returned to normal.
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