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Turning Out Harry	By : Breezy Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 31635 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 12 -- Old Meets New
The days grew shorter as the year drew to a close. With the holiday break coming quickly, Draco found himself working to the point of exhaustion trying to keep all of his obligations straight. He'd been accepted into Professor Snape's Advanced Potions preparation course, a major accomplishment, but it meant that he had to spend even more time studying. Harry had buckled down on his studies, as well, having discovered that he wanted to be an Auror more than anything in the world. Draco didn't think that Harry had the intelligence or the necessary grit that Aurors had in abundance, but the extra studying made for a great excuse as to why Harry wasn't around much.
That absence also led to him breaking things off with Ginny. Draco rather lucked into that one. He still hadn't figured out a way to end things between the Boy Who Lived and his red headed darling. Then word spread around the school that the two called things off for awhile while they 'figured things out'.
It was this ease of dealing with Harry that was concerning Draco. Over the past few weeks, he'd noticed more of an awakening occuring inside of Harry while possessed. Not only had he noticed a strong sense of sexual attraction from Harry when they were with Evan, he could let Harry take control during sex similar to how Draco manipulated Hermione. This came in handy now that he'd taken on the extra coursework because he could go over potions tables in his mind while Harry and Evan fucked like rabbits. He began memorizing textbook passages prior to meeting Evan and then reading them back in his mind while Harry took it rough.
Evan's appeal wore off after a few dates with the guy. He was boring. Even the sex got boring. It was fun at first, but after being tied up and edged that many times, Draco lost interest. He began formulating a plan to get Harry back out on dates after the new year started.
Draco was running late to get Harry for their Wednesday date with Evan. Nothing really got in the way of him being on time, he just found it difficult to get excited. He rushed in to Harry's room to find Harry asleep on his bed. Only he was laying flat on his back and it didn't look like he was asleep, but simply closing his eyes.
"I don't have time for this," Draco muttered as he approached Harry's bed. He climbed in next to Harry and without thinking about it, was possessing Harry. Draco swallowed hard. He hadn't said the encantation at all. He hadn't even thought it. He just became Harry.
"I really don't have time for this," Harry said and he bolted up out of bed. He rolled Draco's body on its side and covered everything except the face. Draco didn't want to asphyxiate under Potter's covers so he'd always made sure his face was unobscured. Harry reached out and uncovered Draco's lower half. He started rubbing Draco's bulge through his pants. Draco snapped back to attention.
"And I really, really don't have time for this," he said, angrily pulling his hand away. This was another side-effect of the possession--Harry's attraction to Draco. At first Draco thought that it was Harry just fucking with him, so he treated him especially shitty. But Harry seemed to get off on the whole thing. The worse Draco treated him, the more Harry seemed to lust for him. The past couple of joinings, Harry had made moves on Draco's body. Draco let Harry do what he wanted because he desired the sexual release and why not use Harry for that? At least he couldn't get pregnant.
Daphne had pulled a pregnancy scare on him in November. Like Evan, she wasn't exactly what he'd expected, and he only banged her to keep his status pumped up. Then she freaked out because her period was late and she was sure she was pregnant. Draco saw his life pass in front of his eyes. He'd have to marry her. They were purebloods and there was a child involved.
Her period came and their initial joy at the fact that they weren't bound together for life turned into a huge argument. They yelled terrible things at one another.
"And fucking you isn't even improving my status on the big board," he blurted out at one point. Daphne looked confused.
"I don't have the rune, I don't report my activities," she said, terribly offended that he thought that about her. Draco paused, trying to figure out what she was saying. First, there was a rune that recorded all of their actions and apparently reported to somewhere. And second, Daphne wasn't even reporting any of their activities.
"You're not a lieutenant?" he shouted.
"I'm nothing. I have my dignity," she said hautily. Draco snorted.
"Ha!" he yelled in her face. "You have a loose pussy for nothing then," he said and stormed away. She started crying and he felt bad for minute. But just for a minute. He just saw Tracey Davis. How did she always know when he was available?
Draco drifted back to the present to find Harry with his nose pressed into Draco's stomach, deep throating Draco's very hard member. Draco pulled Harry's body back from his body. It took some effort due to Harry's incredible sucking powers, but Draco reasserted his dominance over the body and shook his head. He hated leaving his body like that, but there wasn't time to fool around now. He covered everything back up and internally scolded Harry for making them later than they already were.
"Can I trust you to get us to the apparation point?" Harry asked himself in the mirror as he brushed his hair. Harry nodded his head back to himself and Draco let Harry take over. He had potions tables to recite.
They somehow made it to the coffeeshop exactly on time. Draco was relieved beyond measure. He was sick of healing the belt marks on Harry's backside everytime Evan felt the need to punish Harry for some imperceptible imperfection. It was maddening. Draco suspect that it was part of the act--never knowing if or when it would happen. Never knowing what may trigger it.
Their date was always the same. They went to some impossibly fussy restaurant where Evan ordered for Harry, explained how to eat to Harry, explained proper manners to Harry, over and over again. Evan told him that he was preparing Harry for a new boyfriend, when the time came. He said that Harry needed to be more refined if he expected to catch a wealthy new benefactor. That was what Evan called himself--Harry's benefactor.
Although he managed a coffee shop, he actually came from East Coast 'old money', his words, and went to some Ivy League university. His parents were greatly disappointed that he hadn't gone into the family business--finance--and had cut him off until he came to his senses and returned home. Draco knew his family money was older and that he could buy Evan's family ten times over and still have money left over. But this was Harry's gig, not Draco's, so he never said a word.
They sat at the same table, where the maitre d' knew not to give Harry a menu and served them the wine that Evan arranged to have at the table when they arrived. It was all very over-done and stuffy and Harry hated every minute of it. Draco was acustomed to all the pomp and circumstance of formal dining. Sometimes he wanted to correct Evan when he was wrong about some trivial thing or another, but he held his tongue.
Evan placed their order. A steak for himself and chicken for Harry. Harry never got to have the steak. And he wasn't allowed to eat his entire portion. Evan liked Harry skinny. Draco had seen Harry shovel in the food at school and he never seemed to gain an ounce. But Evan liked to be in control.
"Sit up straight, you're slumping in your chair," Evan said in a harsh whisper. Harry shot up like an arrow and folded his hands in his lap before having to be told. He fidgeted in his seat, the clothes Evan made him wear were uncomfortable and hard to keep crisp. Evan told him he needed to look comfortable in these settings so that he could score the right kind of man. Internally, Draco laughed. Evan was molding Harry into the perfect lady in public and whore in the bedroom. He'd make the perfect pureblood wife, Draco thought barely supressing his amusement.
Evan began talking more as the wine took effect. He normally droned on about the endless customers who said or did something mildly entertaining during his work week. Harry wasn't allowed to speak except when spoken to, something Harry struggled with mightily. Often Harry jumped to the defense of some person he felt was wronged or some other injustice. Evan's disappointment with his outbursts led to a long session under the belt. Even Draco didn't want to see Harry take that kind of beating after that. Draco suddenly realized that Evan was saying something important.
"My parents offered to take me back into the fold, so to speak, and I am accepting their offer," Evan said, not meeting Harry's gaze. He rearranged his silverware and then shifted them back to their correct position.
"But doesn't that mean you have to be straight?" Harry asked. It was Draco leading the conversation. Harry was much more emotional, but Draco finally saw a way out of this oppressive relationship.
"Yeah, I mean, I'll get married and have a kid and then I can do whatever I want. I'll be golden because of the kid and the illusion," Evan said dramatically. It was more emotion than he'd shown in weeks. Draco retreated back to talk and let Harry get his messy emotions out of the way.
"I'll miss you so much," Harry said in a sad voice. Draco tuned out. He didn't need to be around for this crap, so he started thinking about his Defense of the Dark Arts exam the next day. He wanted to go over the spells he would use one more time, although he knew he was ready. Defense of the Dark Arts had become his best class since he started possessing Harry. It was also Harry's best course. Conversely, Harry's potions skills were greatly elevated. Bleedover, is how he termed it when he recorded in his journal.
Harry excused himself and left for the bathroom, wiping away tears. Draco snapped to attention, but didn't take over. Harry was up to something. Harry opened the bathroom door and there was Joe, grinning at them.
"Joe! It's so great to see you," gushed Harry, hugging his friend.
"You, too. Why haven't you returned my messages if it's so great?" Joe said, pretending to be offended. Harry looked confused.
"I haven't gotten any messages," he said. The two looked at each other for a second and then said together, "Evan!" and started to laugh.
"Well, the holidays are prime money makers and there are tons of parties. I work here as a server, but the money is nothing compared to those parties. Come do a couple of parties with me," Joe pleaded. Harry was definitely interested. This was a great opportunity to get Harry back out doing dirty things with strangers. Plus, Joe was fun and looked fit in his waiter uniform.
"Yes, we will definitely do a couple of parties. Maybe more," Harry said leaning in and kissing Joe. Joe kissed him back hard and bit Harry's lip.
"The back stall locks," he said, pulling Harry by the hand to the larger of the two stalls. Leave it to Joe to know that, Draco thought as he pulled back again. He let Harry finish what Harry started. He planned out what he was going to write in his possession journals but came back to attention when a thought came to him. What if he could possess Joe while Joe gave it to Harry? Could he shift from one possession to another? What would Harry's body do? Would Harry know? Would Joe know?
Harry was bent over with Joe's face buried between his cheeks. Harry moaned as Joe tongued Harry's ass and then thrust inside over and over. Joe licked all around Harry's hole and then started fingering him. He spit several times and positioned his cock at Harry's entrance. Just as Joe pushed all the way into Harry, Draco made the jump and possessed Joe's mind. Neither Joe nor Harry seemed to notice any change, but were absorbed in their fucking. Draco felt Joe start pumping into Harry and took a moment to get his bearings. This was his first time posessing a muggle brain.
Draco looked down to see Joe's cock pounding into Harry's ass. He took over and really gave it to Potter hard. Harry reached back and held his cheeks open to give Joe better access. He moaned and cried out a little. Draco backed off and let Joe go back at it. There was nothing especially different about Joe's mind, with the exception of no magical signature.
Draco slipped back into Harry seamlessly and started stroking Harry's cock. What Evan didn't know wouldn't hurt him, he thought and quickly brought Harry off. He sprayed Harry's load onto the bathroom wall. Joe came a minute or so later, coming deep into Harry's ass.
"Fuck Harry, that was so fucking good," he panted out, trying to catch his breath. Harry pulled himself back to standing and winked at Joe.
"That was fucking awesome. We should be doing that for an audience," Harry said, nodding approvingly.
"Hell, yes we should be," Joe agreed, high fiving Harry.
"I'll call you tomorrow and see if you have anything booked, but I've got to get out of here before Evan freaks out," Harry said pulling out his phone.
As if on cue, they heard Evan knock at the bathroom door. "Harry? Are you alright?" Evan asked, his voice somewhere between legitimately concerned and seriously pissed off.
"What's your number?" Harry whispered. Joe entered his contact info and kissed Harry quickly.
"I'll stand on the toilet seat," he said hiding in the back stall. He left the door open, making it look like Harry was in the bathroom alone. Harry put away his phone and checked himself in the mirror. He didn't look too much like he just had a quickie in the men's room of the finest restaurant in London.
Harry opened the bathroom door. Evan grabbed his arm tightly. Maybe a bit too tight, but Harry just melted in his arms. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting," he said without elaborating.
"It's alright, Harry. I know you were really disappointed by my news," Evan said, nuzzling the top of Harry's head. Harry rolled his eyes. He wouldn't miss much about Evan but his eight inch cock.
"I pulled myself together now, would you like to finish dinner?" Harry asked, looking up at Evan with puppy dog eyes. He needed to be on Evan's good side if he had any hope of getting out of this date without belt marks emblazened on his ass. Evan smiled at him.
"No, I paid the bill and we're free to go. How about we head back to my place and I give you what you need," Evan said with a leer in his dark blue eyes. Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes again and instead smiled and nodded, letting his hair fall into his eyes. Evan pushed his hair back and kissed him.
"Let's go," Harry said and took Evan's hand. Evan led them through the restaurant and to a cab. They were at Evan's within minutes. They barely made it in the door before Evan had tackled Harry, yanked down his pants, and shoved his hard cock in Harry's ass.
"Evan, what the fuck?" Harry yelled out. Evan didn't take a moment to prepare him and didn't use any spit or other lubricant. Harry couldn't keep on his hands and knees because Evan was fucking him so hard and fast.
"Who were you fucking in that bathroom stall, Harry?" Evan asked between breaths. He was angrily fucking Harry roughly.
"I didn't fuck anyone in the bathroom," Harry lied wondering how Evan found out.
"Don't take me for a fool, Harry. I know what you sound like when you're getting fucked, now tell me who it was," Evan thrust hard and deep in slow bursts and Harry cried out with each movement.
"I don't know what you mean, I was crying and stuff..." Harry trailed off and Evan resumed fast fucking his ass.
"Bullshit, Harry, who the fuck was it?" Evan was nearly roaring now. Harry started crying as Evan pounded him forcefully.
"It was Joe," Harry dropped to the floor gracelessly as Evan finally let up on him and let go of his upper body. Harry didn't want to sell his friend out, but he wasn't sure that anything besides the truth was going to stop the assault.
"Oh, Joe," Evan said leaning back and stroking his cock. He spit in his hand a few times and stroked it some more and then spit again into Harry's asshole. It was raw and Harry wasn't really ready for more, but Evan didn't hesitate. He plunged back into Harry and started fucking him slow and deep. Harry didn't want to respond so quickly after Evan forced himself on him, but Evan was an expert at bringing Harry to orgasm. An expert in milking his prostate. An expert at edging Harry over and over again. Draco fell back and let Harry deal with this. The edging thing was really getting on Draco's nerves.
"Look, I know you want to do some shows to help out Joe, but it's really not in your best interest. The kind of man you want to attract isn't going to be interested in a slut who's fucked half the town," Evan told Harry while they ate a late dinner. Evan ordered Vietnamese food since they hadn't really eaten at the restaurant.
"Oh, come on, it's not like that. I fuck Joe in front of some guys," Harry said, devouring a spring roll. He'd never been fucked so hard as he had been that night and then when he finally came, he was practically too wore out to properly enjoy it. Then Evan forced him to come two more times in like five minutes and he was just sore now. Everything hurt.
"So how is this going to work?" Evan asked, getting Harry some pain pills.
"I'll call Joe and see if he's found any parties for us. Then we can talk about parameters, or whatever," Harry said. Draco smiled inside. Harry's vocabulary was improving, too. He'd have to note that in his journal.
"Don't fuck anyone else," Evan warned Harry.
"I won't fuck anyone else," Harry said, catching Evan's eye and smiling at him. Evan shook his head.
"Okay, I guess it's okay to go to one and we will see after that," Evan conceded. Harry smiled and sat up taller. Things were looking up. He'd just gotten his way with Evan, was going to set up a party with Joe, and Evan would be gone in less than a month. He called Joe and they agreed to do a private show at some estate on Saturday night. It sounded like they may get out of there early and hit some late night parties afterward. Joe said they he knew tons of afterparties where they wouldn't need fake IDs. Harry left Evan's place with a huge smile and big weekend plans.
The taxi slammed on its brakes in front of Harry. Joe rolled down the window and waved Harry over.
"Come on, get in," he called out, holding open the door. Harry hopped in and the taxi took off.
"I can't believe Evan allowed this, but I am so glad he did," Harry said, hugging Joe. "You look really hot tonight, Joe," he said lowering his voice. The driver turned up his radio and slammed the window between the front and back.
"You look so amazing, Harry," Joe leaned over and their tongues met out in front of them. Harry was already horny, having fooled around with Draco's body before leaving the castle. Joe was high on coke already and offered some to Harry to snort of a small mirror. Harry sucked up two lines and started to feel the buzz. Joe handed him a flask he had hidden in his coat.
"I couldn't score any poppers, so I brought whiskey instead," Joe explained. Harry took a couple of long drinks of the flask and handed it back to Joe. Joe took a couple of drinks and put it back in his coat.
"Man, we are really getting far out of town," Harry said watching the scenery change from city to country rather quickly.
"It should be right around here," the driver said, slamming the window between them open again. "I'm looking for a driveway marked 5667," he muttered, slowing down and jerking the car to a stop at every driveway.
"There," Joe called out pointing to the driveway marked 5667. Soon, he and Draco were standing at the front entrance of a large country estate surrounded by farmland. Draco pulled to attention. He couldn't shake the feeling that he'd been here before. He started noticing that the surroundings were familiar as they approached and now that they were at the estate, he felt certain he'd been here before.
"Wait," Harry reached out and stopped Joe from ringing the bell. "We shouldn't use our real names tonight, okay. I'll be Marc Anthony and you be Caesar, okay?" he said, hoping that no one there recognized Harry.
"Marc Anthony and Caesar? Oh my God, Harry, you are a riot. Okay, I'll call you Marc Anthony if you call me Caesar," he laughed. "I will never remember that. I'll just call you slut and fuck hole," he said, nearly falling from the stairs when Harry shoved him.
"Right back at you, cum dump," Harry countered, ducking Joe's grasp. The door opened as they wrestled around. A small rat-like man answered the door and peered out at them. He cleared his voice.
"Mr. Riddle is waiting for you," the man said in a high-pitched, squeaky voice. Even his voice is like that of a rat, Draco thought, and then coughed to cover a gasp. It was Peter Pettigrew, one of the Dark Lord's most fanatical supporters. Mr. Riddle was Tom Riddle. The Dark Lord himself had summoned Joe and Harry to perform sexually in front of a group of Death Eaters. Harry closed his eyes and when he opened them, his worst fears were confirmed. Not only was his Aunt Bellatrix--his mother's sister--in attendance, so was his father. Draco longed for more coke. So much he wouldn't remember this horrible scene.
"Um, can I stop and use the facilities?" Harry asked as they passed what appeared to be the door to a bathroom. Pettigrew stopped in his tracks and thought for a moment.
"Yes, that would be acceptable," he said. When both men went to enter the bathroom together, Pettigrew stomped his foot and yelled out, "One at a time, boys," and the two men looked at each other. Harry leaned in to Joe.
"Can I have the coke?" he whispered so that Pettigrew couldn't hear. Joe handed it to him and grinned.
"Be out in a quick second," Harry said. He snorted two more lines. He opened up the medicine cabinet to find it fully stocked with all sorts of delightful potions. He found a euphoria potion and took a few sips. It only took a bit to put a person in a near-trance level of euphoria. That would really take the edge off of what was about to happen. He exited the bathroom and handed Joe the coke.
A few minutes later they re-entered the room at the back of the estate. It overlooked the lake. Draco finally put together that they were at the LeStrange estate on the London side of the property. The estate was so large that the other side was well into wizarding territory. Draco scanned the room to see Lord Voldemort surrounded by his closest followers. His father and Aunt Bellatrix were at the Dark Lord's sides. Several of his friend's fathers were in attendance. His godfather Severus was there. This was really happening, Draco thought as Joe took him by the hand and led him to the bed set up at the front of the room.
The euphoric effects of the potion he stole started to take effect in force as he laid back on the bed and Joe kissed him. Everything Joe did felt orgasmic. Joe told him to start taking off his clothes and then kneel down and wait for him. Fuck, Joe was going to play this dominant and submissive. Maybe You Know Who told him to do it. Harry got into a submissive pose as quickly as he could.
A haze overtook Draco's senses and he felt like he was having an out of body experience. He left the room and started wandering the halls, trying to remember the place from his childhood. He didn't get far when he saw the Dark Lord appear in front of him. How had he gotten out of the room behind him without Draco knowing? Draco began to panic and started floating upward as fast as he could. A voice called out to him.
"Draco, don't go," and he stopped. The Dark Lord knew it was him. He knew it wasn't Harry.
"Yes, my Lord," Draco said, bowing in front of his Lord. He hadn't seen the Dark Lord for nearly two years, but he remembered his training immediately, less he face Voldemort's wrath.
"Relax, Draco, we don't have to do all that bullshit formality here. Besides, I'm not THAT Lord Voldemort. I'm the horcrux that resides in Harry's mind."
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