Note note!! : Harry and Draco refer to each other by their original names, and that also goes for the narration. Only the people in the crowd say "Draco" and they mean Harry in Draco's body!
Chapter 2 : Play along
"Your glasses, Potter" Draco spoke as the Gryffindor stood aghast,looking at a spitting image of himself wearing a look too cocky for his facial expressions.
"What do you mean "your glasses Potter"" it feels weird bulling yourself, Harry notes but continues to stare hard at his own face. Draco waves his wand and is now dressed in red. Gryffindor red.
"It's a shame he is me, because (and he slaps himself at the matter-of-fact tone in which he is thinking of this)that would be a sight to remember." Harry notes as Draco moves to the offensive.
"Give me the fucking glasses, or I'll just..."
what is he doing?!!
Draco draws too close and Harry's head feels terribly light as one hand slides across his bare torso, and heat pools down his lower abdomen...Draco's hand slips in Harry's pocket and he catches himself biting his lip in that awful second before Draco finds the glasses and retracts his hand. Emerald eyes catch his own, and he knows that Draco has seen the look on his face at the touch. While shock at his reactions dwells in Harry's gut, Draco's grin grows wider. You have to hate Slytherin arrogance. "You liked that, didn't you?" Draco teases in Harry's low, deep voice and Harry's eyes grow wider. He knows that state of his voice. Draco is having more than fun and this can't be good.
The crowd is looking at them and whispering while the boys seem too engaged in each other to care that they have an audience. Finally, Harry steps backwards, pushing Draco away and glancing at the crowd. Have they felt the sexual tension he felt? It was almost too much to handle.
He looks back at Draco who is now picking up the sweater from the floor. He catches it in the air just before it hits his face. "Get dressed and play along, Potter" he sneers and Harry obeys, putting on the green sweater. Unfortunately, he feels numb. Seeing himself while knowing it's Draco Malfoy is a very,Very strange feeling.
Perhaps Malfoy has a narcissistic fantasy about this, but Harry is simply aroused because he knows that the words, the actions, the presence, is all Draco. Oh, wait. There were many things out of place in that thought. Now he was aroused? And because he knows it's Draco under his skin??
He shakes his head as if to clean it, and rubs his neck uncomfortably. Draco had moved to the edge of the stage, looking at the crowd.
"You!"he yells at a girl at the front and she stands up to face him. "Do you know about the 'steel nerves' game?" to Harry's pure astonishment, the girl grins conspiratorially at Draco. She nods. "Explain to the others, then"
The brunette girl climbs up a step to be visible , and casts a spell on her voice, to be heard by everybody. Harry chances a glimpse at Draco, who is now walking slowly to his side, in a way he never thought his body could ever move. It's almost...luring.
"The steel nerves game," the girl begins and Harry's eyes lock dangerously on Draco's, which glisten with mischief. "is a game of self-control. An object is hidden in someone's clothes, and the other must search in order to find and retract it."
Harry can feel cold sweat drip down his forehead as Draco stops in front of him. "Malfoy's don't sweat, Potter. Treat my body with respect." the lips close to his ear are teasing his reactions, and he can feel his borrowed body react, his cock twitching to the closeness...He must think of something disgusting, and quickly. Not of Draco's touch on his skin, not of his burning breath on his ear...
"All body parts..." the girl paused and Harry felt his face heat up at what he knew was coming... "are allowed." he gulped soundly. "If one of the two feels he can't carry on, he loses the game. If he loses he must do something that the audience decides on, as punishment"
The girl turned to face Harry and Draco, with a wide grin. "So...whom do we use as a hideaway?"
The crowd went wild and shouts of "MALFOY" filled the hall. The real Draco seemed annoyed by the mass agreement. Harry laughed openly at the situation, that seemed to have made Draco unbelievably uneasy. "They look too eager to see you bottoming, don't you think?" Draco snapped and looked at the other "I wouldn't be too amused if I were you, Potter. I know what my body likes..." Harry panicked again. Draco was soon going to be touching him in places he had never dreamed the Slytherin would ever have access, not before this afternoon...
"Take a sit, please, Draco" the girl pointed at the armchair provided by her wand, and Harry walked to the armchair, followed by Draco. The girl raised a thing that looked like a snitch without wings, and shrank it to a petite golden ball. She held it up in the air for everyone to see, and then it was gone, settling in a fold of Harry's underwear.
Draco caught the expression on Harry's face and leaned down to the other's ear, whispering smugly :
"Is it where I think it is, Potter?"
and with that simple statement, Harry went from half-hard, to rock-hard...
I'm sorry I couldn't write more, time is a thing I am lacking these days! Would love to see some reviews, and I promise I will update as soon as possible!