Quidditch Showers, a harry potter fanfic | FanFiction
Also contains twincest but not much. He was pushing his Firebolt to it's limits, his body half of the broom and arm out-stretched; fingers flailing trying to get a grip on the golden ball zipping around, tantalisingly close. Malfoy was hot on his heels and his arm was drawing closer to his own, inching it's way towards the elusive winged ball. A sharp turn down from both boys and they were plummeting towards the ground; the action around them halted - the quaffle forgotten as the both spectators and players alike watched with baited breath as the seekers neared the ground.
Instantly his body contorted in pain as he writhed in the bed. In other words, Harry Potter was now a sexy piece of ass. Within a few minutes, the transformation was complete. Unbeknownst to Harry, his father carried the bloodline of Sex Demons within him.