Overdose

A/N: Thank you soo much for reviewing. I hope that you all will like this chapter:) I have been trapped indoors for nearly a week due to this snowstorm so all I can do to keep from suffering from cabin fever is write. Enjoy!

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Draco


“I think I want to take Ron’s virginity,” Potter whispered to me.

We were near the edge of the forbidden forest in Care of Magical Creatures and my naughty boyfriend was standing next to me sucking on a green lollipop. His pink tongue flicked over the candy with so much deliberate expertise I could tell he was in a tempting mood. I had seen that same tongue do so many scandalous things.

I tore my eyes away from his mouth and chanced a peek at his two inconsequential best friends. The girl appeared unenthused about today’s topic of revisiting blast ended skrewts. The redhead that Harry unexpectedly sought after was standing next to her. He eyed us dismally.

“He’s so…” I scrunched up my nose in distaste, “Poor…”

Potter jabbed me lightly in the stomach in response to my comment, “I think he looks so edible.... I was thinking maybe I could swallow him whole,” the green eyed boy pondered.

God he would not quit until he’d driven me completely nuts.

“Don’t you usually desire the fatherly type?” I inquired.

He looked at me scandalized, “Do not…”

“But you were so hard for Snape, and Sirius, and Lucius… I was starting to wonder if you needed a daddy…” I mused.

He licked the candy slowly his eyes smoldering on mine.

“I want to taste…” I purred. He smirked and stood directly in front of me; so close we were almost touching. He pressed the lollipop to my lips watching, intensely, as I took it into my mouth. His eyes shimmered anxiously. His cheeks flushed red from the cold… or maybe he was turned on…

I wondered if I would ever get enough of him. I sucked a bit harder on his candy, becoming more lascivious in my actions.

“You are so fucking nasty…” he whined pulling the now dripping wet candy from my mouth. He parted his pouty lips and took it back into his dirty mouth.

I had to admit his new craving intrigued me. Potter and his best friend in bed…together…


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Potter was becoming a tour de force. His wickedness infected everyone around him. In fact all of the Gryffindors were beginning to explore sex, but of course, Potter was a leader.

It had taken all of two days for me to convince Black to touch Potter…

One morning Sirius woke up late and saw me fucking his ‘adorable’ godson on the kitchen table. After that a steamy kitchen threeway ensued. Needless to say we ended up spending every night of the summer in Sirius’s bed.

Apparently Black had a dirty little crush on his best friend James Potter. He had accidentally called Harry this name in moments of devastating passion. Harry found it quite amusing. When Sirius found out that Harry had sex with Snape he started spanking the little whore. Like a teenager Black was always ready… it was probably a hotter summer than any other summer I could remember having.

Professor Snape was still infected. He was experiencing the aftereffects of our wayward encounters. The man could hardly stand to focus in class; he was visibly shaken by Harry’s filthy classroom games. One of Harry’s favorites was making sure to catch the older man’s eyes before sliding a well practiced hand discreetly down his pants. The teasing was practically unbearable for the deprived man and Harry got off on it.

When Snape became too aroused he’d invite us his bedroom and we’d make every indecent teacher/student fantasy come true. I’d never felt so eager to go to class before.

The only person I could not convince to lay down with us was Blaise Zabini. He had a so called committed relationship with his boyfriend, some Ravenclaw called Roger Davies.

Gag.

He didn’t want to jeopardize his trust for a meaningless tryst. I said Davies could join us but Blaise refused saying that they didn’t have that kind of relationship. A lost cause.

When Potter and I were alone together we tended to engage in sexual power struggles. The fighting turned me on, but eventually it got so bad that we had to coordinate taking turns...


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That night it was Harry’s turn to have control. We had my bedroom to ourselves because it was early evening and most people were in the great hall at dinner. Harry and I had been eating dinner late just so that we could enjoy these yummy desserts alone.


“I brought candy…” Harry giggled. He held a wrapped chocolate bar and a cup of fresh strawberries. It was the mood he was in and who was I to deny him sweets. I licked my lips as he set the food items down on my nightstand.

“Get undressed… and get into the bed Malfoy…” he said seductively. I did as I was told never taking my eyes off of his tight, hot little body. The black silk sheets of my bed were cool and soothing to my heated skin. He set his book bag on the window sill and opened it up. After rummaging a bit he held up a set of handcuffs.

“Do you want rope or handcuffs?” he asked me, smiling.

I gawked at the lovely boy, stunned that he was taking it this far.

“You are truly depraved,” I said my chest heaving with nervous energy. He left the window sill and approached me with the handcuffs dangling from his fingers.

“It’s just a little bit of fun Malfoy…” he said gently, climbing up onto the full sized bed, “Relax…”

“I want the rope, you’re too disorganized you might lose the keys to those…” I said pointing at the handcuffs. They were magical handcuffs and they were hardly unlocked by a simple spell.

Harry probably got them from the Weasley twins in the dirty section of their joke shop.

“I’ll put them right here,” he said showing them to me and then placing them down on the nightstand next to the food. I still felt inexplicably uneasy about the idea of being bound… completely at his mercy.

Maybe if it was the other way around…

“Can I tie you up instead?” I asked biting my lip, hopefully.

His eyes flashed, “It’s my turn Malfoy…” he said coolly. I challenged him like this every time he took control. Most of the time I did it was because I loved to see his stunning face heat up in anger.

“Potter… come on do you know how gorgeous you’d look tied up?” I protested.

“Then you better do it next time…” he said gritting his teeth. His cheeks tinged pink underneath his eyes as he fumed. He straddled my half hardened cock and lifted my arm up to chain my right hand to the bedpost I struggled against him.

“Harry…” I whined as he locked me in tight.

“Relax…” he repeated. He locked in my left hand. I struggled restlessly against the bonds and he removed his weight from my lap and climbed off of the bed. He watched me with an impish gleam in his eyes.

“You look so good Draco… all chained up like that…” Harry grinned, sitting up on the window sill.

“Potter get a move on…” I said apprehensively. He leaned back and rested his head on his shoulder gazing at me amused. My wrists were already beginning to bruise as I struggled and the cuffs dug into my flesh. He kept his green eyes fixated on mine and he stood up again.

“I want your undivided attention,” he said his voice was soft and eager. As if he didn’t have my constant attention already.

“Then get out of those clothes Potter,” I hissed. He walked over to my nightstand and I kept my eyes on him the whole time. He picked up his chocolate bar and unwrapped it. I watched him sink his teeth into the sweet sinful treat, biting off a piece. He licked his red lips and swallowed the rapidly dissolving candy. Every movement he made with his mouth made me shiver.

He rested the chocolate bar on my chest and I felt it beginning to melt on contact. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt revealing his defined chest and flat abdomen. He stripped down into his god given gift; nudity.

I saw he was hard already and it made me giddy. I knew if he was already this turned on he wouldn’t make me wait too long. I could feel the melted chocolate spreading down towards my stomach. He picked up a strawberry and bit into it. The red of the fruit against the red of his lips made my hips buck up longingly.

“Mmm” he moaned.

“Is it good baby?” I asked airily, the sound of his voice had made me desperate to bite down on something. I clenched my fists. It was far beyond want… I needed to touch him.

He put the fruit down and got back into the bed. He straddled me on all fours gazing down at my hard cock. His skin flushed red hot and I longed for a chance to just place a hand in his thick, raven hair. He bowed his head and lapped at the tip of my eager member. His tongue was remarkable; there were so many benefits to fucking a parsel mouth. I jolted my hips up desperate for more contact.

He pulled his mouth away smirking up at me evilly.

“Wait Draco,” he grinned. He bent his head down again but this time his tongue went after the melted chocolate on my tummy. I felt him working on my belly button and I gasped. My cock was screaming for release but he took his precious time tracing the chocolate over my flat torso. I breathed rapidly, my chest heaving at the sensation.

“Jesus Christ Potter!” I choked out when he slid his tongue over the tip of my rigid member again.

He licked his lips and looked at me, “You taste so good,” the little attention whore purred.

My wrists were raw now from all the fighting I did against his restraints. He sat up on my saliva stained stomach and reached over to grab another strawberry. He dipped the forbidden fruit into the remaining melted chocolate on my chest.

“Taste it…” He pushed the fruit to my lips and I enveloped it immediately. So sweet, so sinful…

Some of the red fruit juice dribbled down my chin. He bent down to lick it up. I tried my best to push my cock up into his bottom but he played ‘keep away’ and I was suffering for it.

He lapped up the rest of the chocolate from my chest and then pressed his full lips against my mouth. I opened up and let his talented tongue dance and glide, slickly against my own. It was so hot and fiery in the crevices of his mouth I thought my body would ignite.

He tasted like chocolate. I reveled in the heat and the feeling then he started making his delightful gasping sounds. My heart thudded against my ears. His mouth was so sensitive he was probably getting off on the kissing alone.

For me it wasn’t enough. I wanted to pound into him, run my hands through his hair, grip him by the waist and fuck him so hard he’d have trouble sitting down for a week…

He pulled away from me gasping anxiously.

His overly dilated sage eyes settled on mine. He was so ready and I knew I just had to take control.

“Sit on my cock Potter…” I whispered impatiently.

He ignored me and started stroking himself. His gaze burned into mine.

“Please don’t do this Harry…” I begged. I was already suffering a severely painful hard on. I couldn’t watch him fuck himself too, that was just mean.

He was slowly beginning to build the intensity of his strokes. The weight of his body on my stomach made it all the more arousing. He rose and fell with my every staggering breath. His tempo increased and he began groaning.

I had no way to even cover my ears and the sounds came at me raw and unadulterated and loud…

“I can’t…” I panted, squirming underneath him, but he hardly paid any attention to me. The sounds were coming from deep inside of him. I could feel the vibrations with every shuddering cry that escaped lips.

“Harry! Christ! Harry stop it!!” I pleaded as he escalated towards his orgasm. His eyes were squeezed shut and his face burned in intense concentration. Every muscle in his body was tense and he was stroking his cock and humping my stomach and gripping my bed sheets and wailing in my ears. I could see him chewing his bottom lip in dirty desperate desire.

My cock throbbed so hard I felt like just the slightest touch would send me tumbling off the edge in never ending ecstasy. I prayed it would explode without being touched at all.

“Do it Potter… cum… I need you to cum…” I urged.

Almost on cue my precious sex kitten began spasming violently against me. He was screaming and trembling. Hot sticky streams of cum covered my chest some splattered landing in my hair. He collapsed against me damp and shivering. He fingered my hair. It seemed he was shuddering so hard he was incapable of attending to my agonizing need.

“You fucking whore…” I hissed in his ear. He was resting on my chest still trying to catch his breath.

“You nasty, evil, little slut…” I snarled. Did he not know how sex starved he’d left my body?

“I need a s-second…” he whimpered.

“Selfish… evil…wicked little shit… get your ass on my cock now!” I growled.

He sat up shakily and grinned at me, “Okay, okay… you don’t have to be so mean,” his voice was raspy and fading.

“Fuck you!!” I spat. My cock was pulsing and my hips thrusted up begging for just a bit of attention.

“Try not to cum too quickly… I need to get you wet…” Harry’s voice was raw.

“I will make you pay for this Potter,” I said zealously as he knelt down to taste my throbbing member. My wrists were probably sporting bloody ring shaped bruises the way I was struggling against my bonds. I gasped loudly and lunged into his hot mouth, while he let his wet saliva drip, drip, drip, down my tender thick cock.

When I was good and soaked he slid his sensitive bottom down on top of my member. I felt like I would burst immediately in the gloriously heated, tight little space. I shoved myself deep inside of him and then deeper still…

He moaned putting his hands against the headboard and using this as leverage to grind against me. I filled him thrusting in each time to the hilt. He used his position to bear down, humping me, to make the penetration as deep as possible. I struggled almost ready to spill.

He rode me hard his arousal building again. It only took me about 15 minutes this time before my body tensed then lost control. I leaked every ounce of myself into the beautiful whore. He came all over me again just a minute later.

The brunette then kissed me; his lips were slick and shiny with saliva. I bit down on his mouth drawing blood. He shuddered against me and focused on catching his breath.

“I love you… you know that right?” I asked him tenderly. He nodded his head.

“But you’re a nasty, evil little fucker… now get these damn things off of me,” I spat. He giggled and climbed off of me.

The warmth of his body suddenly vacating mine caused me to jerk and shiver violently.

“I love you too Draco…” he breathed, batting his eyelashes innocently, “But I think I lost the key…”

“Fuck you, it’s right there…” I said gesturing with my head in the direction of the nightstand. He laughed and grabbed it. He unlocked me and I groaned immediately rubbing my bloody aching wrists.

“Now I’m all bruised,” I scowled. I’d never really been bruised before. He grabbed one of my wrists and kissed it gently.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you darling…” his tone was false and mocking.

“I’m gonna spank that ass so hard you’ll be sore for months…” I smirked.

“Um Draco…” he whined, “Can we take Ron’s virginity? Please?” I put my hand over his mouth.

The sound of his voice was teasing my eardrums, making my head cloudy, and causing me to become aroused again.

“You are rotten… and you don’t really deserve it…” I said softly. His eyes widened and he started to speak against my hand creating an even more torturous sound, very similar to his moaning.

“Shut it Potter!” I snapped, “I’m a feeling bit faint right now…” I told him truthfully.

He nodded watching me. I looked into his depraved anxious eyes and sighed deeply.

“You can have whatever the fuck your little black heart desires you filthy whore….” I said. His eyes glittered and I removed my hand from his lips to reveal a smirk.

“Thank you Draco…” Harry beamed.

“Okay, Draco…” a familiar deep, throaty voice sounded from the doorway. I turned and saw Blaise Zabini standing there eyeing Potter’s nude form.

“I want in…”