Chapter Two -- Taking Over
Draco marched back to his room with Vincent and Gregory. He pulled the possession book out from under the bed. He cast a muffliato spell and showed the book to the other boys.
"I need your help to take Harry Potter down a peg," he told them, flipping to the page that described the ritual for possessing another person. The series of spells would be undetectable, and left the possessed in an unconscious state, unaware of what was happening to their body. When they awoke, they would never know anything had happened--as long as the body was healed properly prior to the expiration of the spells. The body of the possessor would need to be disguised. Draco thought of Harry's invisibility cloak. Potter had bragged about that thing enough times, why not use it against him, Draco thought with an evil grin.
When he finished describing what he needed them for, both Vincent and Gregory agreed.
"Why not? I hate that guy, too," Vincent said, Gregory nodding his head.
"Yeah, I totally hate that guy," Gregory agreed. Even though they were idiots, they did as he asked, Draco thought.
"Okay, so here's what we're going to do," he said getting both boys to stand in the middle of the room. "I'm going to try and possess one of you and try to make you do some stuff," Draco said, holding up the book and brandishing his wand. Before either boy could protest, Draco began to cast the series of spells that led to possession. He took over Crabbe and his own body fell to the floor in a heap. He found it difficult to control Vincent's movements at first. He felt stiff and uncoordinated. He tried to walk. He moved his hands and stretched his neck from side to side. After a few moments, he was able to walk and talk in a passable imitation of Vincent. He walked over to Goyle.
"Bend over," he said shoving Gregory in the shoulder.
"Fuck you," Gregory said, standing to his full height. Draco laughed. He had full control of Vincent's body with no traces of the boy being aware of anything that was happening. It took some practice but he was getting the hang of Vincent's body movements and could imitate the way he walked and talked. He walked around the room picking things up and putting them down and bending and stretching his new body.
"Alright then, I'll be back in a few," Draco announced having decided that he was confident in his Vincent imitation and he wanted to try it out on someone else.
"Where ya goin'?" Gregory asked, getting up to tag along.
"To see Millicent Bulstrode," Draco said, going to brush his hair back, but realizing that he had a buzz cut, ran his hand across his close shaven head like he meant to do that. Gregory laughed.
"That was so Malfoy," he snorted out in laughter.
"Whatever," Draco drawled and Gregory tried to stop laughing.
"Why are you going to Bulstrode's?" Gregory asked, after gaining his composure.
"She's Vince's girlfriend. I'm going to fuck her," Draco said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Gregory looked confused.
"But she's Vince's girlfriend, you can't fuck her," he said scratching his head.
"I'm not, it's Vincent's body. I need to see if she can tell the difference and get some practice," Draco said looking at himself in the mirror. He was glad Vincent's girlfriend was good to go because it would be hard to get this guy laid otherwise, Draco thought.
"Oh, I guess that's okay then," Gregory said not really understanding but agreeing nonetheless.
"You need to keep an eye on my body. Make sure that it's under the covers with my face out. Stay here with it and make sure no one messes with me," Draco instructed the other boy. Gregory looked disappointed but moved to throw Draco's unconscious body over his shoulder. Draco watched as Gregory placed his body on the bed, his head bouncing off the pillow.
"Careful!" he yelled at his friend.
"Sorry, sorry. It's not like I've done this before," Gregory apologized.
"I know," Draco answered. "Just be careful and thanks or whatever," Draco said turning to leave.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Gregory said smiling because Draco couldn't see him. Gregory threw the blanket over Draco's body and sat down with the muggle video device he found on Draco's bedside table.
Draco found Millicent Bulstrode's bed and climbed in and cast a silencing spell. He shook her shoulder.
"Millie, it's me, come on, I charmed the bed," he said in his best imitation of Vincent. He couldn't use any good lines because Millie would know something was up. So he went with crude.
"Oooh, Vincent," she squealed, wrapping her arms around Vincent's neck. Draco leaned down and kissed her, thinking how the sensations were exactly as if he were in his own body. He felt everything that happened to Vincent's body. It started to feel more natural the longer he experienced the possession.
Millicent broke the kiss. "Should I start sucking now? It always takes so long to get you hard," she said lowering her head toward Vincent's cock. Draco couldn't help it, he started getting hard the moment that the girl started sucking Vincent's dick. She looked pleasantly surprised. Draco held the back of her head and deep throated her. She could take the entire shaft down her throat. Vince wasn't bigger than Draco, but he was above average. He pulled her head off of Vincent's dick. He laid her back on the bed and placed his cock at her entrance. He wondered how Vince handled preparation and decided that he probably didn't think about lubrication at all. He started to press into Millicent's folds.
"Let me rub it a minute," Millicent said impatiently and Draco could feel her hand squeeze in between their bodies. He kept applying pressure while she rubbed and soon it was wet enough for him to slide into her. He pulled one of her legs up over his elbow and started pumping in and out of her. She looked really blissful, her eyes locked on his. Draco shifted and pulled both of her legs up. She was surprisingly limber, he thought as he fucked her with her legs over his elbows.
Not wanting to take all night and assuming that Vincent might not have a lot of stamina, he decided to wrap things up. He pulled out and came on Millicent's chest. She moaned unhappily.
"I hadn't come yet," she said dejectedly.
"Sorry, I couldn't wait," Draco said sheepishly. She looked up at him hopefully.
"Finish me off?" she asked pointing to her mound. She wanted him to eat her out. He wasn't sure what he thought about that. He did want to try and do that while possessing someone, but he didn't think that someone would be Millicent. He wondered if Vincent did that for her and decided that it was not something that Vincent would do. He was too lazy for that.
"I gotta get back to my room before someone notices I'm gone," he said pulling on his pants.
"That's what you always say," Millicent whined, confirming Draco's thoughts.
"And it's always true," he said, peeking out the curtain to see if anyone was awake. He didn't see anyone.
"Well, bye," Millicent said as he started to get out of her bed. He looked up.
"Sorry, bye," he said leaning over to kiss her. He climbed out and walked back to his own room, the silencing charm breaking when he walked out the door.
Draco walked in to find that Gregory had fallen asleep. He examined his own body and it looked untouched so he nudged Gregory to wake him up.
"What the?" the boy mumbled, finding it difficult to wake from his deep sleep. "Oh, hey Draco, what's up?" he asked struggling to sit up.
"I'm going to switch us back, but I need you awake just in case something happens. Which it won't but you should be awake regardless," Draco said brandishing his wand. He encanted several spells and his consciousness went back to his own body. Nothing happened to Vincent, who remained asleep. Draco sat up, moving erratically as he got used to his own body again.
"It worked on my end. Wake up Vincent and let's see what happened to him," Draco said shoving Gregory toward their sleeping friend. Gregory shook Vincent's shoulder hard.
"Get up, chump," he said loudly. Vincent opened his eyes slowly.
"What's goin' on?" Vincent said slowly trying to wake up.
"What were you dreaming about?" Draco demanded still holding his wand up. He wasn't sure if he would have to obliviate anyone yet.
"I don't remember," he mumbled. "No, that's not right," he said shaking off the sleep. "I dreamed I was eating that really good rhubarb pie in the Great Hall last Christmas. That was the best pie," he said smiling at the memory.
"What's the last thing you remember?" Draco asked.
"Oh, you did the thing. Did it work?" Vince asked looking excited.
"You don't remember anything after the spell?" Draco wanted to know.
"I don't remember the spell. I only remember that you were going to do the spell because you told me. I wouldn't have known otherwise," Vincent said. "And I don't remember anything else except that awesome pie dream until Gregory woke me up," he added.
"Then it worked. You don't remember anything and I had total control. Fuck yeah! It worked!" Draco said enthusiastically.
"Cool, it worked," Vincent said smiling big. Gregory smiled, too.
"It totally worked," he said agreeing once again.
"Now that we know it works, we can try it out on Potter," Draco said rubbing his hands together. His plan was coming together. "But first, I need you to talk to your girlfriend and see if she noticed anything different about you last night. Tell her you were drunk. Or in your case, weren't drunk. Just get her to tell you how you were different," Draco told Vincent. Vincent nodded and then he looked really angry.
"Wait, did you fuck Millicent?" he asked. Draco was surprised he put it together so fast.
"With your dick. Don't worry. I don't think she noticed anything different. Well, except that I got hard really fast. She seemed happy about that, though," Draco said looking at himself in the mirror to see if he looked any different. He didn't see any changes. All of his testing was going very well.
"Fuck you, Draco," Vincent said looking away. He didn't think that Draco would find out about his difficulty getting an erection.
"Whatever, just go ask her," Draco said. "Do it before breakfast so you can tell me at breakfast," he commanded.
"Alright, alright," Vincent said, rolling over in his bed. "I'm going back to sleep now," he announced.
"Me, too," Gregory said, yawning. He and Draco both crawled into their own beds.
"This is really going to work, you guys," Draco said, still going over the details in his mind.
"See you in the morning," Vincent said sleepily.
"Yeah, in the morning," Gregory said pulling the curtain around his four-poster. Draco returned to his room going over the details in his head. He fell back against the pillows exhausted but happy. He had big plans for Harry Potter.
Draco decided to tail Harry for a couple of weeks to see what his schedule was and to observe his mannerisms. There was a possibility that he would have to imitate Harry in front of his friends, so he wanted to have it down pat. Plus, if he got really good at imitating Harry, he could start fucking Ginny to get some practice having sex with Harry's body. He liked the idea of having sex with Ginny. She was always so snotty to Draco and he wanted to give her something to remember.
Harry seemed to have a steady routine. He rarely varied anything about his schedule. Draco assumed it was Hermione Granger's influence. She kept Harry and Ron, her two best friends, on a tight leash.
Draco followed Harry to the showers, to the Quidditch pitch, to the Great Hall; everywhere he went. He was a pretty simple guy, as it turned out. Everyone fawned on him except the kids from Slytherin. They gave him some trouble. Not nearly enough trouble, thought Draco, but Harry's life wasn't always a cake walk. Draco sneered. He was glad that the Chosen One wasn't just gliding through life on a cloud.
Draco found out that Ginny had a family obligation to have dinner at the Burrow every Friday night and then stay the night. Draco knew that he found the night he would take Harry over and if everything worked out, he would be able to do it every Friday night. Since Ron was also expected at the family home, there was only Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan to deal with in Harry's room. He decided to sleep spell both of them to keep them from waking up and seeing something that they shouldn't.
After studying Potter long enough, Draco decided to try the ritual. He got Vincent and Gregory to act as look-outs and waited for Harry to enter his dorm room Friday night. Harry smelled like Pansy's perfume. The minute Ginny was gone, Harry was out with Pansy. Potter was such a pig.
Draco silently cast the series of spells at Harry's back and suddenly felt himself pulled into Harry's body. It was different from Vincent's body right away. He felt much more aware of his surroundings immediately. He supposed that it was because he had experience with possession now.
"Gregory, grab my legs and Vincent grab my middle. Put me in Potter's bed with the blanket almost over my head. Close the curtains and then wait somewhere out of sight until I get back," he advised them. They picked up his body and threw it on the bed.
"Hey! I told you to be careful with my body," Draco said sharply. Gregory shrugged.
"You were lighter than I remembered," he said.
"Great. Just great," Draco said. He caught sight of himself in the mirror. He saw the glasses and took them off. He couldn't see much without them. He put them back on. Potter had green eyes, he observed, never having cared before. They were big. Draco moved Harry's face all around. He pulled on Harry's ears.
"Well?" Vincent asked after a couple of minutes.
"Well, what?" Draco snapped.
"Well, are you staying here or are you leaving?" the other boy asked.
"Oh, well, I guess I'm leaving. I'll see you guys in a while. I'm going to start getting used to Harry's body," Draco said walking silently out of the dorm. The other two boys settled into a closet outside Harry's dorm room and waited for Draco to return.
Draco practiced Harry's walk up and down the hallway for a while. He gained some confidence with Harry's mannerisms and proceeded down the hall. He waved to a couple people in the common room and kept walking toward the prefect's bathroom. Harry was captain of the quidditch team which allowed him use of the prefect's bathroom. Draco locked the door behind him and then transfigured a chair with arms in front of the big mirror.
With a flick of the wand, Harry's body was nude. Draco started rubbing his hands all over his body. He hadn't gotten a chance to really check out his body when he was Vincent. With Harry, though, he wanted to take his time. He wanted to know Harry's body really well so that he could appear as authentic as possible.
He rubbed Harry's cock. It was bigger than Draco expected, but nothing too exciting. Maybe five inches hard. Draco started stroking it and looking in the mirror. He wanted to see himself make the movements to ensure he was acting right. He wanted to see Harry's expressions and see what he looked like when he came. Draco wanted to see it all.
Draco planned out everything he wanted to do to Harry by watching a lot of gay porn. He learned that Harry would need to be stretched out and ready to take a pounding. Draco anticipated that the kinds of things people were going to ask prostitute Harry to do were going to be extreme. At least he hoped so.
He got some lube and a small anal plug out of his bag. He sat down on the chair and threw his legs back near his ears, prominently displaying Harry's asshole to the mirror. He reached down and started stroking the hole. He had never done anything like this, not even to himself. He realized that he was more intimately acquainted with Harry's body than with his own.
Draco put some lube on his fingers and probed Harry's ass with his index finger. He looked at Harry's face to see the reaction. Harry furrowed his brows and made an uncomfortable, "Uhnnn," noise. Draco noted every expression and sound as he pushed his finger in and out, pressing in as far as Harry's ass would allow.
He added more lube to his fingers and started fingering Harry's hole with two fingers. Harry's hole was so hot and tight. Draco was having trouble separating the sensations from happening to him or happening to Harry. His mind wanted to reconcile the difference in sensory output. Soon, it just felt like he was Harry. Not that he was Draco inside Harry's body, but Harry with Draco's memories. Draco recalled reading about integration. The book had said that integration was key to long-term possession. This was a good sign, then.
Draco added more lube and then a third finger to Harry's ass. It was too tight, so he took out the third finger and just kept pounding away with two fingers. He found Harry's prostate and hit it a couple of times. He almost fell out of the chair. It felt amazing. He had never had the courage to try this on himself. He knew he was going to as soon as he was back in his own body. He kept pumping in and out, hitting the prostate every few strokes. With one more hit against the prostate, he came hard. He kicked out and nearly gave himself whiplash when his head bolted forward.
Draco watched as Harry panted in the mirror. He started pumping his fingers in Harry's ass again. Then he stopped and lubed the small butt plug. He pressed it against Harry's opening gently, waiting for the channel to open. It opened slowly, but Draco pressed in without giving up and the widest part of the plug finally passed the outer ring of Harry's ass and into place. Harry's face looked surprised and kind of sick. Then he looked really pleased. Draco wiggled the plug around a bit and Harry's expression changed to one of greater pleasure. Draco laughed a little and then Harry started squeaking a bit. He started stroking Harry's cock. He wiggled the plug and stroked his cock and finally came in weak spurts across his own chest.
Draco took a moment to catch his breath, then he reached down and scooped some of the cum off his chest and tasted it. It was similar to his own. Not quite as musky Draco thought. He tasted some more, this time spreading it around his chest and nipples, too. He tried his best wanton slut look. It turned out that he could really pull off a wanton slut look when he wanted to. He let the glasses slide down his nose a bit so he could really play off of Harry's big green eyes. He thought that he would need to cum on Harry's glasses at some point. That would have to be a thing that Harry did that made him unique, Draco laughed as he thought about it.
He slowly got to his feet and tried to walk around with the plug still inside of Harry's ass. It was uncomfortable at first, but then it sort of settled in and Draco could walk easier. He decided that he was going to have to recruit someone to fuck him as Harry to help break him in. He could play with himself all he wanted but that wasn't going to prepare Harry for the life of a prostitute. Draco wondered if Vincent or Gregory were up for it. He often wondered about Gregory's sexuality. Maybe he would ask Gregory.
Draco settled back into the chair. He wiggled the anal plug around some more, but Harry's body was spent. Draco figured he could work on Harry's stamina, too, before he sent him out to earn some money. Draco didn't even know what to do with muggle money, but he'd figure something out. He pulled the plug out and then quickly forced it back in. Harry's hips bucked up in surprise. Draco laughed again, partly out of watching the expressions on Harry's face and partly out of nervousness.
He pulled the plug out and pushed it back in again several more times until the motion felt a bit easier. He started to feel like he could come again. Draco pulled the plug out for the final time and then tucked Harry's hard on into his briefs. He got dressed and then cast several spells to cover up his activities. One was a pain medication to keep Harry from noticing any pain and another was a glamour to make his hole appear the way it did at the beginning of the night. Harry would never know the difference.
He put Harry back to bed with the incantation of the spells and reentered his own body. Vincent and Gregory trailed behind him back to the Slytherin dorms. This plan was really coming together, Draco thought.