A Polyjuice Cosplay
"Get up there Harry! Get up!"
Hermione pulled at Harry's sweater playfully, smiling widely, her face beaming with amusement. It was polyjuice cosplay night in Hogwarts and everyone was pretty excited to try it for the first time. Everyone apart from the Slytherins, who thought -out loud- that this was just another stupid Muggle game, even though they managed to throw in the idea of using polyjuice Potion and not just silly costumes. Seeing as it was an idea that many applauded, they managed to get the Headmaster's permission for the potion to be brewed, and tonight the whole school had gathered in the dining room that was now just an empty space with a large stage in the far end, where the students drinking the polyjuice potion where expected to put on a show. The crowd of students was sitting down on the floor, on big puffy pillows, chatting and watching the people on stage.
"Hermione no, for the third time tonight,I'm telling you I have stage fright!!"
"Oh come on Harryyy it'll be fun!!" Hermione pouted but did nothing to change Harry's mind. Harry wasn't even sure if this was to his liking, seeing the way a Slytherin on stage made fun of Luna, talking about Nargles and stroking his long blond hair. Perhaps he should go upstairs and read a book, instead of putting up with the Slytherins' cocky attitude.
"If you want to be a part of this this badly, why don't you go up there?" Harry recommended, slightly expecting Hermione to refuse.
"You know, perhaps I should!!"
but Harry's surprise was interrupted by a shriek coming from somewhere close, and he saw Blaise Zabini walk on stage with strands of hair in his hand that Harry did not know to whom it belonged. Blaise's body started to change, and took the form of the little boy who was following Harry around last year, asking him eagerly for an autograph. For fuck's sake, Harry knew this wasn't going to be good. He could feel his blood seethe in anger already.
"Hello all! You probably don't have the slightest idea who I am, as a matter of fact I can't recall either..." the crowd burst in laughter, the loudest coming from the Slytherins a few meters behind Harry and his company of Gryffindors. Blaise pretended to try to remember his name, scratching the top of his head and looking troubled.
"But anyway! Who gives a damn about me!!!Let's talk obsessions!! Mine is the greatest wizard of all time! The Saviour of our world!..." Harry pulled on his hair, hiding his face in his hands, furious. Oh the laughter wasn't making it any better. The boy impersonated stood up and made a move to leave the hall, but Draco Malfoy grabbed him by his cloak and threatened him down again. Harry glared at the blond, who only smirked in response. He was simply enjoying this too much for Harry's well being.
"...yes yes Harry, oh Harry Potter! I still sleep with your autograph under my pillow..." roars of laughter emerged again "You look so cute when you eat like a pig in the dining hall... oh, oh Harry!"
"He's fucking good!!" Malfoy yelled along with a wail of approval, followed by the whistles of his gang.
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry spat and the blond glared at him.
"What if I don't, Potter? Will your admirers bite me?" Draco spat back making the crowd murmur and chuckle. The attention of the students was now turned at the two boys, who had locked their eyes in a deathglare.
Suddenly, an evil grin spread on Harry's face, making Draco wince slightly. "If you don't..." Harry stood up, walking to the Slytherin, eyes never leaving his face. Draco chose to remain still, because he really did not think the boy would move against him in any form but verbal. So he looked up, annoyed by the height difference as the raven haired boy loomed above him.
Draco watched ,captured, as Harry's lips parted, his pink tongue trailing his canine-tooth playfully. Realizing he was fixed on Harry's mouth, he mentally slapped himself to reality. Why the hell was he captured by Potter's tongue anyway? He gazed back in the Gryffindor's eyes that held a mischievous sparkle, and felt blood warm his cheeks at the gaze. What was this thing? He certainly did not like it!
He felt a pull on his head and next thing he saw was Potter gazing at one on his golden strands, pulled violently from his mane.
He held the almost white strand in the air, for all the students to see, and, locking eyes with the Slytherin again, he raised his voice for everyone to hear. Not that is was necessary, seeing that every student in the hall watched at the two with excited expectation.
"This, is a hair of the Slytherin Prince, everyone! Now who wants me to use it?" the crowd chuckled and murmurs filled the hall. "I will also take requests..." Harry looked around at his schoolmates "Anything you wished of him, I'll do for you...as long as you don't overdo it, girls..." Harry added at the suddenly excited whispers coming from the girls in the hall, getting devious smiles and loud chuckles in response "...and boys" he added, making Draco blush furiously, and a few boys nearby fidget uncomfortably. Harry knew many boys had a soft spot for the ice prince, even the ones that claimed to hate him.. The blond boy was, in all his cruelty, the fantasy of most students in Hogwarts. It was a well know, but not well kept, secret.
He felt proud of himself not being counted in one of his fans.
Oh no, he just hated the blond snake.
The hall roared with excitement, much to Draco's fury, who stood up to level with Potter.
"Don't you dare!"
Harry moved even closer to the Slytherin, cheers filling the hall as the two boys stood close enough to touch, and Harry could see from the corner of his eye some girls pretending to faint at the sight. He smirked. They could dream on, he would never touch Malfoy.
Chants of "Potter" grew louder and louder, urging him to take the potion and get on stage. Harry took the offered cup of polyjuice potion, and placed the strand of golden hair at the edge of his tongue, eyes watching as Draco's own widened, guiding the strand to fall off and into the cup using his teeth. Draco gulped and turned his eyes to Harry's own, face flushed and eyes glistening.
Harry could not believe he had affected the ice prince. The blond boy was showing emotion, and an emotion everyone dreamed it was for them. If nothing else, he was captured, he was interested. Why, Harry did not allow himself to imagine. Rumors were simply rumors, and the pride of the pure bloods couldn't be interested in men. And, most importantly, in him.
Harry turned his back at the blond and walked to the stage, as the potion in the cup took a silvery, sparkling color. "You are NOT going to !!" Draco yelled, and Harry got on stage, looking at him. "Are you watching closely?" and he gulped down the silver potion as the crowd of students went wild with excitement, yelling and whistling as his body changed, his skin got paler, his hair an almost white golden...his hands and legs slimmed down, his face got longer, and he could bet as he looked at the crowd of girls dashing closer to the stage, his eyes should be an icy shade of blue by now...
He smirked-he noted it was easier to smirk in this face- at the girls squirming under the stage, sitting down in the right position to watch better. Some of the boys in the back cocked their heads as well, not willing to express more of their interest in the show about to begin.
"Wow! I surely am skinny!" Harry said loud enough for everyone to hear, as the voices in the hall faded and everyone silenced to hear better at the now blond, imposing boy on stage.
"Hermione, could you please give me a proper outfit?" Harry asked, turning to his friend, seeing as his Gryffindor clothes were short, baggy, and definitely not fitting his part. "Of course, Harry" she waved her wand once and Harry's clothes copied Draco's outfit, green and at a proper length. Whistles from the girls assured him he now looked right to continue.
"So!! Seeing as I am now the filthiest Slytherin in the fourth year, you may start with those requests. What is your hearts desire, girls...guys?" Harry took a chair from the setting and turned it around, spreading his legs on both sides of its back, giving the crowd a tantalizing view of his crotch. Why was he feeling so fucking high and up to this?
Hands were raised and Harry pointed at Justin Finch-Fletchley. "What can I do for you Justin?"
"You could answer my question, Mr. Malfoy. Why all the half-blood hatred?"
"Oh! Funny thing this should come up!" Harry begun, smirking madly. " Don't tell daddy, but I am afraid my pure blood is not as pure as he thinks...Mommy in her early years was kind of naughty..." The crowd burst in laughter, even some of the Slytherins hid a chuckle. Draco was red with anger.
"If my blood is half as dirty as my mouth, I'm screwed big time! Not that I mind, though, some of the half bloods are yummy" more roars of laughter and Harry stood up again, blowing a kiss to his fellow students. "Another?"
Harry picked a girl from the front, kneeling close to her, as if to listen, making the girl blush furiously.
"Could you...take your shirt off ...Draco?" she spoke, and the others cat called loudly. "If you give me a kiss" Harry answered, more cat calls echoing through the hall. The girl blushed even more and leaned forward, taking Harry's now pale lips, and Harry kissed back fondly as the crowd of girls went wild. He broke the kiss and stood tall, after caressing the girl's cheek, watching as she stumbled back into sitting position.
"So, who wants me to..." he tugged at his green sweater, "take this off?" his eyes dropped on Draco's angry face, and he let his hand dive slightly into his pants, just below the waistband, watching as Draco's expression turned to something unreadable and the urging yells of the crowd loudened.
"Stop glaring at me, Malfoy. You know you can't get mad at yourself" the students roared with laughter.
"So, this, off"
And Harry pulled it off, throwing it to the girl who had requested he did it. "For Merlin's sake I am hairless!!" Harry caressed at his smooth chest and stomach, slightly marveled by the feeling of Draco's skin. "Malfoy! Did you hex hair off, boy??" Draco snorted annoyed, not liking the attention his body was getting from his schoolmates, he could now see hungry eyes look at his bare torso that was exhibited so fondly by stupid Potter on stage. If he fucking wanted everyone to throw themselves at him, he would have done that on his own.
"Omg! Now I wonder..." Harry eyed the blond Slytherin mischievously, and tugged at his pants, taking a look inside. "Oh for the love of god" Draco muttered between his teeth, hiding his head in his hands. This was getting irrationally arousing. He was a narcissistic snake in the end, and this was his sexual hell. He should stop the fucking Gryffindor before he made him want to fuck him to eternity. That was with the polyjuice's effect of course, wasn't it?
"Oh phew, I still have some down there." the girls at the front were almost delirious, and for the first time in his life, Harry had a clue why. Draco Malfoy was sexy. The real one, staring at his with burning eyes, was even more so. Harry cast his thoughts away and tore his gaze from Draco's.
"Anyone else? Yes, you?" Harry pointed at a Ravenclaw girl. "Why do you try so hard to persuade us you hate Potter, Draco?" she purred, and Harry got the implication in her words. His gaze drifted to Malfoy, who eyed angrily at the girl. Could it be true? Could Malfoy fancy him? He had the chance to find out, and looking back at the girl, he grinned smugly.
"I guess it's because I want to shag him so badly..." cat calls among laughs filled the room at his words, and Harry felt burning eyes set on him.
"...but he's straight, they say. Who does he think he is, denying me anyway??"
he turned his head back to Draco, seeing the tension around the blond's body become almost rigid through his stare. He felt weak, for the first time. He felt that his words had actual meaning, that uttering them had exposed a reality he never knew it existed. Draco was burning him with his eyes, and his borrowed body was responding. He was captive to the blond's gaze, so possessive and bewildered that made his body rigid.
And then, just when he thought it could not get worse, the Slytherin prince stood up in such elegance that made his heart fall in his chest. No matter how much polyjuice he gulped down, he would never be Draco Malfoy. The blond moved closer to the stage, under the gazes of hundreds of students. He took a cup of polyjuice potion, and getting next to the now slightly panting boy, he took a small purse out of his pocket, and emptied some raven strands of hair in the potion. Harry blinked. "You just acted on it first, Potter" the blond muttered, revealing his plans for the night were no different than Harry's actions.
Then he gulped the black potion down, cheered by the whole school and changing under Harry Potter's aroused gaze.
wiiiii I had this idea during traveling this weekend, couldn't wait to write it down. I am lacking requests though, if anyone feels like asking something of them, feel free to say so :P