Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires – Chapter 13 – Hogwarts Pimp

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires
Chapter Thirteen – Hogwarts Pimp

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author.

Story Codes: mf, mf, Mf, ncon, x-mast, cream pie, grope, magic, mc, preg, spank, unif,

The Triwizard Cup feast had gone off without any problems; Ron had used a wondrous little potion to seduce the beautiful Fleur Delacour, and Harry had finally picked up the trail of his missing Spellbook of Desires. Even Draco Malfoy had enjoyed himself at the feast; Victor Krum and the Durmstrang students had joined the Slytherin table during the feast and had taken a certain liking to Malfoy. There was good reason too; Malfoy had let Krum know about his little secret, even showing him a few pages he had copied from the Spellbook of Desires. Malfoy, noticing Krum’s interest and always wanting to establish as many connections with as many important and famous wizards as possible, pressed the matter, even telling him about a powerful spell he had performed on a sexy little witch. He pointed Hermione out to Krum, who was instantly taken by her beauty, even after Malfoy had told him about her Muggle heritage. He stared at her for the remainder of the evening, until Malfoy, noticing his attraction to Hermione, agreed to set up a little meeting, so Krum could get to know her a little more intimately.

‘You know, I could arrange a little get together if you like her’ said Malfoy, breaking Krum out of his reverie.

‘Vat?’ replied an embarrassed Krum. He was an international Quidditch star; he hardly needed to use magic to have his way with any witch of his choice.

‘It’s the only way to get a piece of that ass!’ replied Malfoy, looking over at Hermione.

‘Vell… I guess so’ replied Krum, not wanting to pass up such a great opportunity.

‘Meet me at the entrance of the Great Hall at midnight’ Malfoy told Krum, just as Dumbledore began explaining about the Triwizard Tournament. As the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students left the Great Hall for their respective sleeping quarters, Malfoy snuck up behind Hermione without her knowing. He had copied down a spell perfect for the situation at hand. He quickly pulled out a few small scrolls and re-read the spell he was about to use.

It read:
A spell, non-sexual in nature, which allows the caster to take control of the intended target’s body, allowing them to see through their eyes and control their movements. Cast this spell on the intended target and after ten minutes, the caster’s consciousness will move into their body until the caster willingly leaves the body. The spell will last as long as the caster wishes, granting them the ability to do anything they want with the target’s body, ANYTHING! Warning!!! Ten minutes after the casting of the spell, the caster consciousness will move into the target’s body, leaving the caster’s body unconscious and completely helpless!

Malfoy had copied down the correct wand movements as well. It was relatively quick and easy, he wouldn’t even have to say a word. Just as Hermione, Harry and Ron made it out of the Great Hall doors and towards the Grand Staircase, he made the wand movements and an invisible steam of magic hit Hermione in the back. For a second, Malfoy thought she had felt the spell hitting her, but after a few tense moments, she continued on her way back to Gryffindor Tower. Malfoy quickly ran down to the Slytherin common room and made it up to his bed before he began to feel light-headed, collapsing in a heap onto his bed. It was a strange sensation, as his consciousness left his body and traveled upwards through the floors towards Hermione’s body.

Hermione had just walked into her dorm room and had started taking off her clothes when a strange sensation overcame her and she blacked out.

‘Cool!’ Malfoy said, but not in his voice, in Hermione’s. He looked down at Hermione’s developing tits and began to squeeze them. It was strange; he knew he was feeling himself up but he couldn’t feel anything. Too bad, he thought, just before he noticed that he wasn’t alone.

‘What are you doing Hermione?’ Lavender Brown said, giggling as she did. She was getting changed herself and had noticed Hermione’s change of demeanor.

‘Ummmm!’ started Malfoy as Lavender continued to stare. Eventually Lavender shrugged it off and began to get undressed.