Remaking Draco

Draco Malfoy was getting worried. The medicinal potion his father sent him to make sure that he was a strong and powerful example of the Malfoy bloodline hadn't shown up. It hadn't shown up for several days. Draco sniffed back tears as he cursed himself for not taking his medicinal potion religiously often allowing doses to reach a diminished state of potency or out right allowing them to go bad. But how could he have foreseen this? It was unforeseeable. And now here he was more than a week since his last dose. Each day without a new dose of the potion he could feel himself slipping... becoming closer and closer to... his lesser self, the thing his father tolerated.... The past two days Draco had been obsessively checking himself in every mirror, looking for changes, trying to find out if things were already in motion. If his chest seemed to swell out a bit or his hips became rounder perhaps his waist was getting trimmer all early signs that he was changing. But surely that wasn't the case, his chest was swelling because of exercise building muscle up, his hips being a bit more was just too much sitting around the past month studying too much, his waist was trimmer because he'd been skipping meals, who could eat when worried about your family's very survival. It certainly wasn't that.

Certainly not.

Impossible.

Unless. Draco could not help but worry. What if?

NO!

He would not become that. Slamming his fist on his desktop. He was Draco Malfoy, Son of Lucius Malfoy! The SON of Lucius Malfoy.

He cursed himself for being too emotional, another problem caused by not taking his potion, his repressed traits were flaring up. For all that he tried to be calm and collected and in control of himself he found his emotions wildly swinging all over the place, it was hard to maintain the mentality his father demanded of him without the potion. That only frightened him further as the longer he went without his potion the more likely he was to back slide completely to his... original state. Squandering all the hard work he and his father had put into making him the first male heir to Lucius Malfoy and the future of the Malfoy name.

Draco fisted his hands. He would not allow that to happen. He was Draco Malfoy, the world bent to his whims. He did not bend to the world's. Taking deep calming breaths Draco tried to center himself and embrace a sense of a calm orderly mind. Standing still in the center of his room he took a deep breath and let it out. He could calm down because there was nothing to worry about. There was nothing to worry about. There was absolutely nothing to worry about. What reason did he had to be worried? It was just another end of the school year. His grades were the only thing to be worried about. Maybe the House Cup. Nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary to be concerned about.

He ordinarily wouldn't be worried this close to the end of the year at Hogwarts but this was not a normal year.

His father and the dark lord had been defeated by Potter and now... now Draco didn't know what was going to happen. There was talk of forfeiture. That not only had Potter won but that he had won everything that had once belonged to the Dark Lord and his followers. The Malfoy name, home and fortune could possibly be given over to Potter. Some of his cohort found themselves in the same predicament with fathers or grandfathers having been bested by Potter, pureblood families tracing their line back for hundreds of years might now be under the sway of a half blood... admittedly an absurdly powerful half blood.

Draco winced as that thought crossed his mind. Thoughts like it had been coming to him more and more recently over the past month the longer he went between doses of his potion. He could not deny that Potter was a magical powerhouse. And could be considered a prime example of what an Heir to a Noble House should look like. A magically powerful and handsome young wizard... with his lithe frame and entrancing green eyes... that messy black hair that made one want to run their fingers thru it...

"GAH!" Draco shook himself. He wasn't thinking of Potter like that! He was not! He wasn't! He couldn't! Draco shook his head, "I was.... I was just...repeating what I heard some stupid girl say." Draco nodded his head. "Yes. That's all."

"Scarhead certainly isn't that handsome." Draco muttered. It didn't matter what everyone else said. Or that he'd even seen some Slytherin's giving Potter come hither eyes. Or that Potter was never more breath taking than when he was outmaneuvering everyone on a broom during Quid -

"NO!" Draco shouted and with a inarticulate yell he kicked his school trunk.

He was... He couldn't... There was no possible way... No... Not... NOT Potter.

"I need my potion. I need me POTION!" He snarled as he whirled around in a circle only to kick his trunk again.

He looked at the mirror in his room and tried to gage his appearance. Everything seemed to be the same as it was a month ago, two months ago. He turned his head left and right, tipped it up and down. Looking for any tell tale sign that things weren't right. Was... were... had his lips always been that shape... so full and pouty? Did it make him look more like his Mother or his Father? With a strangled scream he began taking off his clothes. He couldn't tell with all those layers on. He needed to see. The check every inch of himself. To prove that he was fine. That he was Draco Malfoy., the son his father had always wanted.

Once naked Draco took in his pale body and... and... Draco did not cry. He did not. He stopped those tears from falling, it wouldn't be manly. But how could he not.

He could no longer deny it.

The swell in his chest wasn't muscle it was obviously the start of breasts. His waist wasn't trim because of missed meals just like the swell in his hips couldn't be anything other than womanly curves.

And what drove it home?

His penis... there... it... Draco bit down on a sob. With the potion it had been at best average.... On the small side when he had missed doses.... But now... He could not stop the tears from falling. It was barely even a penis. He was sure that there was a toddler or a baby somewhere in the world that was bigger than him right now. It was barely even an inch. And to add insult to this injury his testicles had shrunk as well to barely the size of small pebbles.

His grief was so great that even with the audible pop of an elf arriving in his room he did nothing to cover himself. Looking forlornly to his side he saw their old house elf Dobby standing there holding a vial of potion.

"Dobby!" He cried excitedly, "My potion! Give it to me!" He grabbed for it only for the elf to quick step back and away from him, "Give it to me now!" he hissed in anger.

Dobby narrowed his eyes and snapped his fingers. "Fine. Dobby do it hard way."

Draco found himself standing perfectly still in front of his mirror. He felt slight panic at the fact that he could not move and was at the mercy of a house elf so deranged his father had gotten rid of it.

"Dobby have new potion for yous. Mistress ask Dobby to bring it. So that yous could be brought to yous new Master." Dobby stood so that Draco could see the creature in the mirror. The smile on the elfs face was wicked looking. "The Great Wizard Harry Potter will decide if yous is worth keeping."

The potion floated up and Draco felt his mouth open without his consent allowing the tasteless liquid to flow down his throat.

"Mistress beg Master Harry Potter to take pity on yous. Says yous can be good." Dobby gave Draco a scathing look of disbelief. "Mistress says potion purge all the evil old bad Master puts in you. Potions makes yous whos yous s'posed to be. Mistress says you be a good girl for yous new Master, the Great Wizard Harry Potter."

The little elf shrugged his shoulders in a shrug, "Dobby not believing in yous being a good girl for the Great Wizard Harry Potter. Dobby not sure yous even needed. Mistress and her sister are ripe and ready for to serve The Great Wizard Harry Potter. They make lots of powerful Potter babies when The Great Wizard Harry Potter breeds them. But Mistress begs and pleads and makes Dobby promise to bring potion to make yous a good girl for the Great Wizard Harry Potter."

Despite being frozen in place Draco still found he could cry and whine and whimper. His mother and his aunt were being used as broodmares by Potter? He was slaking his sick lusts on their noble flesh? Dirtying them with his half blood hands, his monstrous muggle cock violating their honored wombs, drenching them in an ocean of his wicked seed all while slobbering over their pureblooded breasts? Over and over thrusting into them until they oozed his potent cum. Until his powerful seed took and Potter's spawn grew strong in his mother and his aunts pureblood wombs.

Was that it?

Was this the end of him?

Stripped of all pride and reduced to nothing?

Just a place for Harry Potter to ram his cock into?

No... That was... No... He couldn't... Not... no.... Him a good girl? A girl? A good girl for Potter? Potter putting his monstrous half blood cock... there... and cumming inside of him... again and again pounding that monstrous cock into.... until Potter's dirty seed took....

Dobby made a big show out of gagging and pointing, "Yous getting stiffy."

Draco stared in horror at his reflection and at his small penis, not even two inches long when fully hard and out of the tip seeped watery cum.

What was he becoming?